Sisters of the Burning Branch Goddess Gallery Presents...
Wings...
A Tribute To Our Sisters That Have Gone to Arms of the Goddess
Sisters of the Burning Branch, Sisterhood of the Silver Star, and Circle of the Silver Hive
Rest Well Sweet Sister
May Wülf ever walk beside you and grant you rest in his shadow.
May his paws ever guide your paths and your howls be heard by all.
Be blessed on your path
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November
Wind
by Summer Fey Wülf,
I listened to the wind moaning and singing through the branches of the trees outside my window. The east Texas forest area is enchanted, and so is Wind Brother as he sings, especially on November nights. I lay in my bed with the bedroom windows open. It was a comfortable night, ideal for listening to the forest sounds as they came wafting through the open windows.
My mind drifted back to past years when I could answer Wind Brother’s call. He always called to me every November to follow him out into the world to roam. I had gotten a job driving a truck to follow my longings, and it allowed me the freedom to travel all over the country and see Nature’s wonders. For a woman born with wanderlust in her heart, this was an ideal occupation. But after only five years…all too soon…I got hurt when the truck hit a big hole in the highway where the pavement was missing. The company routed me home. My trucking days were over, even after having neck surgery. I knew I would never be able to drive again.
So I lay in my bed, longing for the past when I could follow the wind to places seen only by the fortunate who can travel. And Wind Brother whispered to me, “Come…join me and fly!” My soul ached to go.
Out of the corner of my eye in the dimness of the room, I was aware of a figure standing at the foot of my bed. I tried to focus my eyes, but all I could see was a dark outline. It was wearing a black hooded cape…that much I could see. Suddenly a man’s voice softly said, “Do you want to go? I can take you.”
My heart beat fast and I was both frightened and enthralled by this being who had appeared in my bedroom. He moved around to the side of my bed so smoothly that it was as if he floated just above the floor. He held out his hand to me. His face stayed in shadow, but I could see the outline of a beard. “Don’t be afraid. My name is Wülf, and I can take you wherever you want to go.”
Hesitantly, I reached out and took his hand. It felt quite furry, as a wolf’s paw might feel with fingers. I felt myself floating up from my bed, and the next thing I knew, I was outside hovering above the trees, my hand in Wülf’s!
What an amazing feeling! We started moving northwestward over the trees and I could see lights from cars, trucks, and homes below us. I thought I should feel cold, but I felt comfortably warm holding Wülf’s hand. I knew we must be going rather fast, because the ground below was passing under us as it looks from an airplane window, and it kept getting farther and farther below us.
Was this a dream? My long brown hair blew back as we flew, but it was like a soft breeze blowing, certainly not like we were going all that fast. It was like we were barely moving in the air, but the lights were passing quite fast below. I lost track of time. I had a safe, secure feeling with my hand in Wülf’s. Somehow I knew he’d keep me from falling.
In the approaching distance, in the light of a Full Moon, I could see snow-capped mountains. Wülf said, “Isn’t this what you wanted to see first?” They were the Rockies! Oh, how I had loved trips to Denver so I could see the beautiful Rockies!
“Yes!” I answered excitedly. He took me right over the city, and looking down, I recognized the Tomahawk Junction truck stop where I had spent a lot of happy nights listening to my favorite radio station, KBPI…ROCKS THE ROCKIES! I had treasured my trips out this way when I was trucking!
From the Rockies, he turned north and soon we were flying over Cheyenne. From there he took us northwest again and I soon saw Snoqualmie National Forest east of Seattle. What a trip! A circle over the coast showed us the beautiful Pacific Ocean sparkling in the Full Moon, which was now high in the sky. Then we were eastward bound.
I delighted in the mountainous forests of Montana, with snow already on their tops. These tapered off to the badlands and plains of the Dakotas. Wülf led us gently over Mt. Rushmore and the carved faces gleamed in the moonlight. It was awesome!
Continuing east, Wülf said, “Here’s your favorite northern home,” and he gestured below. I could see my beloved Minnesota where I had lived so happily for twelve years! My mind raced through all the memories! I had left Minnesota and moved back to Texas because of my family who lived there, but I never lost my love for Minnesota. The lights of the Twin Cities were brilliant on this fascinating moonlit night!
We flew on east and I could see the Great Lakes below. The beautiful mountains of Pennsylvania looked so soft and gentle. With a slight northern turn, Wülf said, “Now I’ll show you my home.” I could see the massive area of lights that was New York City, and soon we were over a coastal area just southeast of Boston. “This is New Bedford,” he said. “I grew up here.” I could see a harbor, ships and bridges. “It was the whaling capital of the world decades ago.” It was breathtaking in Moon Mother’s light! He seemed to slow down then and slowly circle the coastal city. I was mesmerized!
Moving southwest then, we traveled down over the Appalachian Mountains of Virginia and the Carolinas. It was so beautiful! In a westerly direction we then crossed over the Great Smoky Mountains of eastern Tennessee. The Full Moon danced through the natural smokiness of them in radiant beams, filling me with wonder! We turned southwest again down over Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, with the beautiful swamps reflecting in the night, and back into Texas and home. We drifted lower and lower down into the Big Thicket, my forest, and I could see my house.
Suddenly I was back in my bed and the sun was coming up and shining in my east bedroom windows. I looked around me. What had happened through the night? Who was Wülf? And where was he now? I sat up and rubbed my eyes and looked around again. Yes, it was my own bedroom, my own bed, and Sun Father was shining brightly in my windows.
Was it really all a dream? Or did a beautiful Wülf-man take me on the wildest trip of my life? Would I ever know for sure?
The End
And
The Beginning