I just talked to my friend Tim today. Tim is an old man that lives by himself. He just wants to be left alone... in peace… He loves orange soda and the desert. I asked him if he is excited that spring in on her way and he said, "oh yes!". He wants to go fishing. I wish I could take him fishing. He loves the west desert. I love the west desert. When I talk to Tim about the west desert I know we both long to be there… Maybe when this life is finished we will both haunt the west desert… with the bad cowboys and the little Indian girl that so effectively freaked out a few of my wilderness therapy friends. Only Tim and I won’t mess with the groups of bad kids wondering around in khaki pants and bright colored shirts… instead he will comb over the geocaches and I will make baskets out of the tall grass…

Tim told me that because of the moon he has been having strange dreams lately. He said he had a dream two nights ago about wolves in the woods… only they weren’t actual wolves. He said that the trees took on the spirit of wolves… They were howling and haunting… He said that in life wolves come around when there is desolation and disease. He said that the wolves live on the dead, the old, the weak… I thought about this… I am still thinking about this…

The face of a wolf was given to me as a message or a warning… it was sort of a dream like thing… I knew what the wolf represented and internally understood the warning… but I went forward anyway… my will… I ignored the warnings… after all… at the time I was weak… according to Tim... as weak as I was at the time, I equaled dinner for wolves… interesting… but…

I have learned a lot in the last year or so… hmmm… in who and what to trust and… that time can smooth over most any kink... kindness… and wanting truth… allowing truth… faith… these give strength… confidence… forgiveness...

p.s. anyone want to adopt a grandparent and take him fishing... you really should.