Creation Through Struggle – Always Plenty of Struggle

Some people have asked what led me to write Wild Wolf Encounters.  Like all creation, it was the result of a struggle.  In this case, it was a struggle with myself.
About two years ago, in another crisis economic compromise, Congress removed wolves from the protection of the Endangered Species Act.  Under this Act, wolves re-introduced into the Rocky Mountain region of the United States had flourished, their numbers increasing to about 1700.  Without the Act’s shelter, wolf hunting is now permitted in Montana, Idaho, and Wyoming.  The stated goal is to reduce wolf population to ~100 individuals per state.  That’s a lot of hunting.
Animating the hunt is the prevailing idea, nurtured by age-old tales, that wolves are vicious creatures, dangerous to people; that they kill for pleasure; and therefore, that they deserve to be (re-)exterminated, or something close to it, although now it is called “management”.
I struggled to find an appropriate response, something I could do besides writing letters and sending e-mails to politicians.  And then I realized that what I could do best was to share my own experiences with wolves in the wild.  There I find them to be curious about humans, beautiful beyond believing, fascinating in a way that cannot easily be explained, and utterly without threat.  Wild Wolf Encounters is my way of undoing, one story and poem at a time, a painful and dangerous myth.
Something similar provided the motivation to write and publish the poems in Songs for a Beloved Friend.
A few years ago, while traveling, I saw an animal welfare organization’s ad in a national magazine.  The ad showed a calf, raised for veal, living its life in a tiny stall, unable to sit, lie down, or turn around.  The animal’s face was turned toward the viewer, and the eyes scorched me.  I couldn’t look away from those eyes, even though I wanted to.  I very much wanted to turn the page and forget about it. I tried and had to turn back.  I tore out the ad and placed it in my purse, so I would remember there was something I needed to do when I got home.  What that something was, I had no idea.  But I felt it needed to be life-changing.
Returning home, I saw the picture and began a struggle, again with myself, about what my response could or should be.  Not a writer except professionally, I never aspired to or imagined I could write poetry.  I’m a lawyer, so I inquired about teaching animal rights law at the local law school.  What did I know about animal rights law?  Not much, except I assumed the body of law would be short if not sweet.  Anyway, lawyers can teach themselves about almost anything law-related.  No luck – position already taken.  Now what?
As I pondered, I stopped playing the piano – not unheard of for me – and stopped reading.  Definitely unheard of.  I wondered about this as I contemplated what could be happening.  After three or four months, the poetry began to flow.  Wave after wave of it.  OK, so this is why I couldn’t read or play music, I thought.
Add to the mix of music and language, a devotion to yoga, which strengthens the voice and permits an understanding, at the somatic and visceral level, of the connection between all things, and Songs was born. Songs for a Beloved Friend is my response to those eyes.
Wild Wolf Encounters is appropriate for adults and children.  Songs for a Beloved Friend is a book for adults.  Please note that both books are available for free download using the sidebar links.
Thank you!
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Captured!

Capture Me, Poetry

Capture me, Poetry, and don’t let go!

 Sneak up beside me at the symphony*
Track me down trails in Yellowstone
Seize me when least expected

 Shadow me by sunlight
Encircle me by moonlight
Overcome me by starlight

 Arrest hesitation
Mobilize vibration
Summon concentration

Capture me, Poetry!

writing desk near Grebe LakeBoettcher Concert Hall
                writing desk near Grebe Lake                                                   *Boettcher Concert Hall
This is my entry in Spirit Lights the Way’s Writer’s Desk Challenge, passed along by Bluebee.   Thanks, you two.  Nothing else would have possessed me to post that picture.
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The Extreme Gravity/Distorted Reality Show

Black Hole at the Centerbald eagle

 Eagle Galaxy
remnant of an exploding star
a fading celebrity avatar
emits no light
casts no glow
gas and static are its outflow*
the raspy noise
of promise unkept
opportunity squandered
challenge unmet
collapsing brilliance
of heat without warmth
and mass without weight
swallows attempts to communicate
as space and time warp and bend
perception fails to comprehend
the extreme gravity of distorted reality
*Listen to a black hole.
a general description of black holes
black hole at the center of our Milky Way
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Resistance is Futile

Mostly speechless, I’m still trying to absorb the nice things Bluebee
said about Sweet Planet Poems in her beautiful blog.  Bluebee initiated the dialogue about search engine terms, suggesting we write a poem incorporating words used to find our blog.  Her post was in response to my search engi
ne poem.  Please check it out, since it’s not often one gets to bask in warm praise.  Better than sunshine and harder to resist.

Thank you, dear Bluebee, for your poems and photographs that delight, satisfy, and challenge, and for your friendship and support.

Now some important questions for 2013:

Can elk read?

Can elk read?

same day photossame day aspen
Same day photos/Is change inevitable?
And finally:
table-1table-2
What are these pictures doing in my “Animal Tracks” album?

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Wild Wolf Encounters Available as PDF Download

from "Wolves Cross the Road"

from “Wolves Cross the Road”

Wild Wolf Encounters, True Stories of Wolves in the Wild, with pictures, poems, and links to videos, is available for viewing and downloading for free.  Please click the link here or in the sidebar.

Wild Wolf Encounters

Feel free to share the link.  And as always, I delight in your comments.

Thank you!

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May Your Heart Dance

masked moon

Masked Dance

 Moon masks her face
dances with swirling clouds
bats swoop, owl hoots
under darkness’ shroud

Dear Blogging Friends,
The happiest of new years to you and yours. May your hearts dance in 2013.

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Try and Try Again

Dear Fellow Bloggers,

I do apologize if you have been getting updates every time I try to edit this last post.  I’m trying mightily, without success, to embed the YouTube video into the post.  It doesn’t work, even though I have done this before and am following WordPress’ instructions. I’ve had to hyperlink it.  Anyway, sorry.

Thanks, Monica

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Surprise in Paradise

Wolf LakeYou approach Wolf Lake in Yellowstone National Park from above, winding your way down the hillside to the lake shore.  You see the wide valley laid out before you, the lake emptying into the Gibbon River, here still and shallow and easy enough to ford if you want to continue to Grebe Lake, two miles further on.  But leaving Wolf Lake is hard, even when dinner beckons and darkness isn’t far behind.  Going on isn’t something a day hiker can easily do.  Lingering in paradise is better.

On this trip last fall, we see an animal in the valley, far from the trail.  Large and dark, it looks like a buffalo, but we use binoculars to be sure.  Yes, that’s what it is.  A sleeping buffalo, still small and far away even from the valley floor.  We walk around a bit, looking and filming, taking time.  Eventually we find our way to the river crossing and sit in the grasses by the shore.  We eat, watch the bluebirds and gray jays, listen to ravens croak, look at the forest (always hoping for wolves – why not at Wolf Lake?), lie down and take a nap.  Sitting up, my husband wonders out loud where the buffalo is?  Earlier we saw him leave his sleeping spot and mosey out of sight well behind us, into the trees along the hillside. 

One glance answers the question.  The buffalo is a few feet away, standing in the trail right by the water where it fords the river.  No longer small and sleeping but in fact quite large, he has approached in absolute silence.  Now he studies us with enormous head and bulging eyes.  I gasp and levitate a few inches off the ground.  At least that’s what it feels like.  Shoes and socks off, seated, we are in no position to back away or go anywhere.  For several seconds we contemplate each other as I hold my breath, hoping his intentions are peaceful.  He steps into the stream, and I breath again.  We pick up the cameras and begin to film. 

Was he waiting for us to leave so he could cross?  The river is nothing but a stream here; i.e. he could have crossed anywhere, not just on the trail next to us.  Was it habit to cross here? Was he curious?  Who knows?  But I do know that wild animals are curious about humans and demonstrate an interest in them when there’s no cause for fear.  My husband thought the look on his face was almost apologetic, as if to say “Sorry to disturb you”.  You can judge for yourself.

buffalo crossingbuffalo at wolf lake

BUFFALO SURPRISE*

Skirt the large buffalo
chomping on the trail
speak softly
as you circle wide
look back in surprise

as he follows, curious,
at a comfortable distance.   

WOLF LAKE

Sublime quiet
heightened by birdsong
wind’s caress
wolf’s howl
coyote’s yip
water’s lap
heart’s beat

*This poem was written about a different buffalo who kept more of a distance.
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Colorado Moose Walking

Still on the subject of moose.  This time at our mountain cabin in Colorado.  We have seen this bull moose many times, but never so close as in the video.  Here is our first look at him, as a juvenile.  Those coltish legs! bull moose as juvenile

We have encountered him several times since.  He always stands stock still, as do we.  He knows we will not approach.  Eventually he ambles off, although one time at dusk he lay down for the night as we watched.  We hadn’t seen him for a year but saw him again in October.  We were walking the dogs, making lots of noise.  On the way back, there he was, very close.
Here are some recent photos and a video.  You can hear my dogs beginning to bark and whine as the wind shifts and they smell him.  Long noses went up in the air, back and forth like searchlights.

what a facebull moose

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Night Magic

Old Faithful erupting by the light of the rising full moon

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