Life, The Wild Pomegranate, Writing

When The Wild Things Cry


It sounded like a young coyote.  The yaps and wails and howls were heart wrenching, even at 4 a.m.  I got up out of bed to peer through my window.  Was it trapped in someone’s yard?  Was it injured?  How had it gotten separated from the rest?

The light from the Super Moon had everything lit up like the Vegas strip, and I looked for a pack roaming the neighborhood.  My ears strained to hear answering calls from the hills not more than a couple blocks away.  Surely,  Mom or Dad would be taking soundings to get a handle on his location, and come to the rescue.

With the heat, the drought and some new construction nearby, I know the animals are roaming further into the ‘hood at night looking for unsuspecting cats or small canines to call dinner.  But that sound! The pitch and the almost human cadence of this coyote’s howls were like a 911 call begging for HELP!

On and off for an hour I listened, wondering…hoping…feeling distressed for this wild thing so obviously in trouble.

And then, I heard it.

Angry…curt….MALE.  “Shut UP!”

Wait, WHAT???

You are kidding me, right?

All that ruckus – all that ANGST I was feeling (at 4 o’clockinthefuckingmorningthankyouverymuch) –  was nothing more than the neighbors dog whining because Joe Loud Mouth put it in the garage?

It’s going to be a long day.

 

 

16 thoughts on “When The Wild Things Cry”

    1. SUCK is a good word, my friend. But I’m looking for the story under the story, if you know what I mean. WHY did I hear a wild animal crying, and not a domesticated pet?

      Something in my soul, girlfriend, something in my soul….this Moon is stirring up some powerful energies.

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  1. I’m with you – if you heard a wild animal, it was with purpose. You were sure that it was a young coyote which zeroed in on the momma in you, desperate to find the crying baby and soothe it. There’s meaning in that as well. Because that momma button getting hit can incite a sense of panic that only a momma can feel, it will be important for you to release the panickiness, any anxiety, etc, before you can figure out what the Universe is trying to tell you. A concrete way to do so is to express gratitude for recognizing the Universe is trying to get your attention. It has it, so that job is done. Now you can focus on retrieving the message.

    I offer to you one of my favorite clarification practices when the Universe seems to be trying to speak to me and I’m not sure what it’s saying (and in this case in particular, I recommend busting out your copy of Women Who Run to do it with): Take a moment and ground, releasing any obstacles to clear understanding as you do (e.g., fear, resistance to hearing, etc.). Then, set your intention to hear what the Universe is trying to tell you, to understand it clearly and open the book to a random page.

    We are not only all connected but at the most fundamental level, One. Try, also, spending some time in meditation sitting with the question of, What wild part of me is crying out? What young/new wild aspect of my Self is needing rescuing, care, nurturing, soothing, healing?

    Many blessings to you, sweet friend. With openness, willingness, gratitude, and the energy of invitation I am certain you will soon receive answers :)

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    1. :) Thanks for your suggestions, Wild One! I knew right away that what I was hearing wasn’t “normal”…as I hear the coyotes very regularly. You’ve mentioned some good ideas, as I’m dealing with stressors where my Mom is involved, and a bit nervous about an upcoming trip that my daughter is taking. I’m not sure if that’s what’s going on though. Did you watch the video at all? My intuition tells me that this is all about the transformation I’m currently in…and there is a part of me that feels trapped, is crying out for release and – I’m also feeling a little disconnected from my “pack” in many ways.

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      1. Ahh…with these types of messages it can be difficult to know how literally to take things. If your intuition is telling you that this is about transformation you’re undergoing, then trust it. The momma in you being triggered may not be about your mom or your role as a mom, but you mothering and birthing a newly transformed Self.

        Your pack is never far and always ready to rush to your aid. #Howls ;)

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    1. OK, wasn’t that great! I hadn’t heard the song before but when I found it, it went perfectly with how I was feeling..although not necessarily about dogs and coyotes. LOL

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  2. This broke my heart to read. Not only the wild cries, but your reaction as mine would have been, and then learning it was a housepet being neglected. Ugh. Wrenching. And yes, a book title indeed. This is so much your voice and spirit talking. Just the title of this post called me here, to read you. xoxo

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    1. Yes, we women seem particularly attuned to the distressed – be it human or animal. Thank you for coming by…a book may be in the making, who knows. LOL

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  3. it is often in the dark of night that we hear the cry of our own heart, our own wildness and we rise to respond. Energies are moving and shifting on the web of life right now and many of us are feeling unsettled, awakening to a different reality. Blessings my friend, blessings.

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    1. Thank you for your blessings, Joss. It is comforting to know that I’m not the only one who finds herself awake while the “world” sleeps, with so much going on under the surface.

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  4. Excellent modern approach to a very old female problem “IDENTITY” Thank you for exposing to me a different approach then mine, and hope you visit my blog and website. Keep up the great work there’s no greater reward in this lifetime then to recognize ourselves in it.
    LOL
    Barra

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    1. Barra, thank you. I wrote about this little experience without any forethought…just had to write it. Life speaks to us always, doesn’t it? Will be following you.

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