“Even the wilderness keeps its secrets until the right wind carries them.”

The morning began with a chorus not meant for gentle ears.

Coyotes, their voices sharpened on the bone of survival,

rose in unison

not a song, but a warning,

not a hymn, but collaborative howls.

Somewhere in the tangle of winds and shadow,

life was challenged

And they called to their own,

summoning the pack to witness, to feed, to remember.

It is the way of the wild

chaos laced with order,

Survival within a war braided with intensity,

a language we cannot fully know,

yet one we feel in the marrow.

I stood there listening,

watching the grass still gather dew

while dandelions blinked themselves awake.

Bees worked the petals,

bunnies darted through tall stems,

dogs pressed their noses to the wind.

The world carried on its quiet labors,

even as the echoes of the hunt still trembled in the air.

There are packs in the human world, too.

Invisible lines are drawn,

alliances formed,

territories defended with tooth and rumor.

Some voices are meant to stir fear.

Some are meant to summon.

And some,

like the wind through the trees,

carry truths that will only be heard when the season turns.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

Another step in the unfolding …..a story told in sunlight and shadow, in poetry and perspective. Over the months ahead, the path will twist, the light will shift, and pieces will fall into place. I’ll meet you here, one step at a time, blooming.

The story will be told with careful dedication to the pain, relevance and life earned and learned , to open streams of hope for anyone within an experience you can’t seem to put words to.