I’ve been a wanderer, a hermit, the crazy lady who lived with wolves, the “witch of the wildwood”, an herbalist, naturalist, organic farmer, shepherdess (yes, you can still be a shepherdess), online entrepreneur… a lover of canines, wild & domestic… a mother to two beautiful & talented daughters… a seeker of wisdom… and now I’m slowly learning to live life with & accept the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (ME/CFS), Fibromyalgia (FMS), chronic Lyme Disease & other Tick-Borne Diseases, etc. that have been besieging my body for around 20 years, most seriously since January, 1999.
I live in a cabin on a mountain in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, with my youngest daughter, Rhiannon, who is 17-going-on-50.
We share our home with our four-legged companions:
Our dogs, Kasha & Kodi:
And Dusty & Kalley, our cats:
Blogs are for many things.
This blog started solely to keep my family up to date on all the many, varied, crazy, things happening with my health. So they could keep it all straight. So I could remember what thing happened when. A record of illness.
But that’s wrong. That’s not all a blog is, or should be.
A blog is a voice, the inner voice, telling, in this case, what is going on, inside and out. And in me, that means it should also be about my spiritual path. My spiritual life is as important to me as breathing. Without connection with the One, what is life? What is it for?
Wolfdreams is not just about the physical crap I go through, but also about the Life I live, the inner life, and the outer life.
I am very into nature spirituality, loving the Earth as my Mother, believing in the spirits that reside in all things, traveling to the spirit world and communing with the spirits of animals, the departed, and the One, the Creator.
Some of you will not understand my postings of a spiritual nature. My Path is a little different from yours, perhaps. It wanders through Native American Spirituality, through the ancient, but not forgotten, ways of my Celtic ancestors. It is my path – we all have one to call our own, and each and every one is different.
But that doesn’t make any of them wrong.
Spokes on a wheel, all leading to the Center, the One, to God, or Goddess, or whatever you wish to call that great and mysterious Spirit that moves through all things.