|slow cloth time|
Miss Julia's visit with me last Sunday reminded me of a time when my daughter was 13 (was that really 10 years ago?). Bess was obsessed with wolves, reading everything she could about them. She educated all of us about these beautiful, shy and maligned animals.
I found out that there was a wolf pack in New Jersey at the Lakota Wolf Preserve , near the Delaware Water Gap and one fine fall day, I liberated my kids from school and we went.
There are four wolf packs there (all fenced in - no worries!). Some of the wolves from one of the packs were playing right where we could watch them tumble and roll like great big puppies. We saw one wolf have a squirrel snack. And then, on the path where the corners of the pack meet, we began to howl. The group of wolves that we could see immediately started howling with us. Gradually, wolves from all the four packs began to howl. We could hear them far in the distance - from a mile away. We all howled together - or was it singing?
It went deep within me, I could feel it in my gut - the howling. Mystical.
So that is Nudge #12 (oops, it #13). Howl - or sing - at the top of your out-of-key voice. Put on some music and dance and sing and hold a wooden spoon that you are pretending is a microphone. Sing. 'Tis the season.
I'll probably be sketchy here over the next couple of weeks. My kids will be home this weekend. I plan to spend a lot of time enjoying them. No more Nudges till the New Year. The Sketchbook Challenge blog has been busy as each artist is introduced. Jane Davies bio is up today and, if you scroll down, you'll see a scintillating little piece "Sketchbook:Defined" by meself.