A Place

Namaste' all ; though I dont seem to have many readers, the ones I have wow, amazing people and that is such an honor to have you share peeks into your world, and actually be interested in the one I trek. So THANK YOU THANK YOU most ever humbly. I told myself if I made just one new friend on here, and there was a sharing and communication of sorts, it would make me ecstatic :0) I truly love to walk in another's shoes, and go on a journey with them. Other's journeys lead to inspiration for me as a student, and what we are inspired by, (be it another being, situation, experience etc) we then take and create a fantastic reality. We also can in turn become a teacher. I know my teachers have come in all shapes, sizes, and colors! I can honestly say there are a few though I have not met, I would welcome into my home graciously with open arms.

Sky and Legend share a moment

It can be hard to look at our weaknesses, but depending on the circumstances such things can also be a strength, so we must tred carefully so as to not cut out what may at first glance, appear to be weeds from our garden. For the very next day that weed may become the rose we need, thorns and all. ;0)

I have written poetry, music, and have been singing since... oh gee, I remember running around shirtless in just underwear riding my bike up and down our street singing songs from grease hahahaha. So a while, and living out where I live, I can still run out in my underwear and sing shirtless if I want, okay I admit I do hahaha, but the planes have been getting lower every year I notice ;0) but hey old habits die really painfully. ha ha.

I thought before I upload and post on my blog my snow storm of the century video I took at just after 6 in the morning april 26th of this year, (just a few days ago) I would post a couple of my songs I wrote, and add a couple pics of the snow storm we got hit with in such a way, as it looked like the middle of winter all over again. The videos are a bit too long for you tube so I have to shorten them through a program which I hope to get to tonight, and post them this week-end sometime. It's just me hiking through my land taking footage of mother natures snowy siren song.

This first song has a folksy feel to it, with high and deeper notes... wrote it approx 10 years ago now, one thing about me is I never write a story I am not personally connected to, that means I have experienced what I write about , or know someone who has, or been inspired to write about it, due to someone elses story. But every thing I have ever written in my life has a story. The second song is about a little girl that was murdered Carlie Brewster. I saw this video on t.v of this beautiful little girl being led away by a stranger, and later found dishonored.

Songs hit me mostly when I am in the shower, or in bed late at night this one hit me right before I was to take a shower, and I wrote the entire song in that one shower, it just all came to me and went together. I wrote it all out the moment I jumped out. I do wish to say I wrote Carlie's lullabye in honor of Carlie, I did not know her, I FELT her energy and soul right through the video I saw of her, it HIT me HARD like a gust of strong wind, and I feel she helped me to write that song just like that. I do not have any children, and I pray the song is not taken out of context, maybe some day I'll adopt so many out there need a home, I work with youth though and they are a HUGE passion in my life. Maybe I will post my song "when the last leaf falls" at some point as well, as that is about a child I knew when I was a child myself, and she was killed. A place is very much a part of me, things I have seen, stuff I have experienced, other people close to me and watching their stories. As I said we all are students and teachers, that never stops, unless you choose it to.

A Place

I once saw a bird flying high in the sky;

And I knew the secrets it held;

It led me to a land, a far away place;

And there I was forced to stand;

Well I've seen many wonders to make me believe;

I've seen a miracle or two;

I now understand, as that bird flies away;

What I believe about myself will all come true;

A place, a place, a far away place

From the moment we're born till we die;

A place, a place , a far away place;

One you can run to and hide;

I once met a man, he was travelling afar;

And he spoke, deep from his heart;

He said "if you look, you will surely find;"

Oh I wonder where this man had gone;

A place, a place, a far away place;

I wonder just how he knew;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Oh I hope that I find it too.

I once knew a child, and he grew to be;

A man so big and strong;

When asked he replied, "I would never be, if my mother hadn't been there all along;"

A place, a place, a far away place;

I wonder is it only what we say;

A place, a place, a faraway place;

I want to believe there's a way;

So many dreams, a long time ago;

He wonders what happened to them all;

He lived his life, asleep in the light;

Blinded by the darkness in his soul;

A place, a place, a far away place;

It's true, you become how you live;

A place, a place, a far away place;

And it's only as good as you give;

All the things never said, and in the blink of an eye;

It becomes too little, too late;

And as death takes hold, of a father so old;

"I'm proud of you my child," he doesn't say;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Be sure to tell those, that you love;

A place, a place, a far away place;

For when it's time, it just might not be enough;

In a room sits a girl, waiting to die;

Yet clings to the hope that life brings;

Down on her knees, she prays there'll come a day;

When the chains within, set her free;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Caught between the real and fantasy;

A place, a place, a far away place;

To rise up from the ashes, to see;

Driving home from a place, he never should have been;

To a wife he's told too many lies;

A tear stained letter awaits in her place;

He knows, it's a final good-bye;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Where the stakes seem to outweight the cost;

A place, a place, a far away place;

In a game he was sure to have lost;

Is it right, is it wrong, which road to choose;

Conflicted inside and confused;

To compromise, all she is in this life;

And in the morning left lonely and feeling used;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Don't give in, don't make that mistake;

A place, a place, a far away place;

For all you'll be missing is heart ache;

In a bed lies a woman, so old and grey;

It is hard to see the beauty within;

She said "don't you judge, what you see my friend;

For the stories I can tell you never end;"

A place , a place, a far away place;

I found it such a long time ago;

A place, a place, a far away place;

For I was once young too you know;

And as I walk, I look around, and I hear the sounds;

Oh it's been such a very long time;

To feel as a child, what I once used to feel;

As I turn my face to the sky;

A place, a place, a far away place;

From the moment we're born till we die;

A place, a place, my far away place;

One I can run to and hide, for that place I know resides ...inside.

Copyright©Skyla

Tibet Night Song Has a Wild Message

Carlie's Lullabye

It starts with a seed of love;

And it grows, just like a flower does;

The first time I saw you, the first time I held you, the first time I saw you smile;

The first time you laughed;

The first time you cried;

The very first time, I'm forced to say good-bye;

I need more time;

Carlie, Carlie,

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Carlie, Carlie,

I'm telling you mama, that everythings alright;

I'm in the light;

Well god works in mysterious ways;

Just when it feels like he's left, the very next day he saves;

Well maybe in time , I'll learn to see, and learn to understand;

But as the tears fall down, it's not what I had planned;

I wasn't there to hold her hand;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm telling you mama, that everythings alright;

I'm in the light;

So many times, I hold near;

And when I close my eyes I can still see her here;

But then I wake from a dream, and she's gone;

I want to go right back to sleep;

And the pain hits hard, I pray the lord my soul to take;

Do I even want to wake;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm telling you mama, that eveythings alright;

I'm in the light;

Dear mama, I'll say a prayer for you;

And you know when it's time, I'll be back home for you;

But till we meet again, I'll be the blowing wind, and the stars shining up in the sky;

I'll be the rainbow you see, at the end of the rain;

Don't think of it as good-bye, I did not die"

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Mama, dear mama,

I'm telling you that everythings alright, I'm watching over you tonight;

So mama please keep a candle burning bright."

Please be sure to always tell those you care about , just how much they mean. We are given this moment to do so. We attach a lot to the physical, a lot of emphasis in life is based on what we can physically see, touch, taste, hear. But we are all energy, you and I, through that we FEEL and connect, it is something that does not die, ever. When I was a child I used to pretend to literally be in others shoes, so when I would see or meet a blind person for but one example hahaha, I would rush home and, I swear my parents thought I was always losing it, but I would blind fold myself and for over a week, *huge for a little kid* time wise, be blind so I could somehow see, feel maybe a LITTLE of someone else's world and life.

I think my parents sometimes were ready to take me to a doctor, and would get mad at me for such sensitivity. In fact they tell me they did in fact take me to a doctor once because I was so quiet and shy, and did not speak till I was 3 they said.

I was so sensitive to the energy around me, that it became more important, growing *that spiritual* side than anything else I could physically experience even. The physical just went along with the spiritual to me. To KNOW myself intimately, perhaps I could see more of others, in the light they should be seen and respected as well.

I tell people, they don't lose themselves when unaware, they simply misplace themselves piece by piece. Do you walk aware, and greet the divine with humility and humbleness?

In The Eyes Of A Child

Namaste' fellow Earth Aliens! on Dec. 27th 07 a new friend (artist) Judy Wood came out to the Ranch, I am always very excited to meet new people, so much so I can't sleep for a couple days prior in anticipation. Which is also funny because deep down within I am still that INCREDIBLY shy little girl.

Even better she was bringing along her grandson Mark, whom she was quick to point out that he was big for his age. These days though I walk into elementary schools the kids are bigger than my 5 foot 1 frame. ;0) So I expected a giant.

I couldn't wait to meet him! so I plastered him up a cast of one of the ambassador wolf's front paw print for him to remember his visit by. I tell people they are able to distinguish between a wild canid print and a domestic dogs print in the wild mainly through the single tracking. Wolves, foxes, and coyotes all single track meaning the back foot is placed in the front tracks. Dogs tracks are staggered (uneven and unsteady gait/movement) Thus their tracks will not appear as a single track. A Dogs chest is proportionally larger than a wolf's is, and the width of their stride is greater thus a dogs hind feet are placed beside their front.

(Pics of tracks made by one of the wolf's here.)

After Judy became lost in the county side, and after I broke a key off in the padlock that locks the front gates to the land (thank goodness for cell phones) she managed to finally find me, although I was locked in for the moment, so I had them come across and pile into my truck to drive them through the bush to the cabin. I fell in love of course with this precious child but then again I fall in love on a daily basis with so many things/people/ etc. and yup for being ten, he was pretty darn big. Think future line backer, that kid is drinking his milk!

I do not operate a conventional outreach, I grew up with my parents allowing me to *experience* life, they did not protect me from all the possibilities of simply living. I can say however I think they feared what orphaned or injured animal I would drag home next. At the same time they allowed me to be me, I loved ants, and frogs, grasshoppers, dragon flies, and name it didn't matter what type of animal or insect, I felt this overwhelming desire to touch it and understand it. To embrace it and it's fascinating world, so contrastingly different from my own.

(Pic taken of a doe by Sky)I knew what it was like to hold and bottle-feed a baby tiger, and bear when I was younger than Mark, the natural world was one I not only observed *but connected* with on a very deep emotional/physical and spiritual level. I got down at it's level and *participated* so it became a part of me.

(Pic taken of part of a lake/beaver dam that backs my land) The older I became the more society aound me tried to influence how I viewed such thing, by telling me spiders would bite me, that grasshoppers are pests, that frogs and toads will give you warts, snakes would kill you and on and on...but I have never walked a path someone else wanted me to, I realized early on that what I experienced was pure and I was not going to allow anyone no matter who they were, to *break* that connection and spirit shared.

I have a rule out here of certain age/height requirements, as to who may be able to interact with any of my friends, while also listening carefully and respectfully to the wolves themselves, for like people they will either like someone upon meeting them or they won't, sometimes they take awhile to think on it. I do not allow little kids in with any adult wolves, young children do not yet understand themselves yet, or how to control their own actions , let alone understand what a wolf may be saying to them.

But every child is different. One thing I am good at is understanding how the wolves feel at any moment in time through observing , their whiskers, their ears,their eyes, their lips, their tails, there is not one part of a wolf's body that is not communicating at *all* times. Their thoughts/intent/feelings are easily read. (Even in the wild if I am able to observe pack interaction I know what they are saying to each other, pretty wild )

(Pic taken by Sky of Dharma Windsong and Northern Lights Legend at WEV) If you understand wolf ecology they are easier to read than any human being, as humans have created various masks for themselves over time in different situations and circumstances as to not portray their true intent/feelings.

I am very protective and caring not only of the wolves but also any visitor and new friend I have ever met. If someone comes out and one of the wolves doesn't like the person, that is immediately known and also respected. Some feel sad that a certain favorite may not like them, but they are their own individuals and have their own reasons for this, reasons known only to them. I simply listen to them.

I have never forced the wolves here to be anything other than what they are ...wolves.

I do not try and make them into my dog , nor would that be right.

I allow them as pups to grow and explore and be themselves I do not discipline them for acting wolf.

(Pic taken by Sky of Legend in the fall trying to blend in with the furniture. ;0) Legend is an Arctic wolf, and though all wolves (minus the red wolf and ethiopian wolf) are classified taxonomically as *Gray Wolves* Legend is the subspecies canis lupus arctos. They are a rare subspecies in captivity, and are at risk in the wild. For more information on this special subspecies and all about arctic wildlife and wolves please visit my friend legends page on one of my main sites http://www.wolfechovalley.com/)A friendship that is built on respect and trust very early on is established.

(Thanks to Judy Wood for capturing these pics of me, without me knowing haha and my boy legend while here)

I know that what I do comes with criticism, such is life, no matter what one chooses to do there will be someone out there to criticize. I long ago accepted that this comes with the territory and work. But still it is quite rude when someone says " So why do you do this?" and it is the way it is said, as if they are alluding to something, (what did I say about people wearing many masks to hide intent? ;0) This is like me saying to someone who is a waitress or a lawyer "So why do you do this?"

Mark reminded me of a child not yet overly exposed to stories about wolves in a negative manner, he was very open and one of the most relaxed kids I have ever had out here. What a NATURAL sense of being around wildlife, in a way that cannot be taught.

For example I give everyone that comes out here guidance, to follow my direction at ALL times, and I stay close to them, it is but one reason I do not have large crowds out here because the intimacy is needed. My concentration cannot be on some person acting out not within my immediate site and control that could cause problems out here. Such a special meeting is not granted to everyone, it depends on many factors. But I know for those who have, they are changed in *some* way, unique and special to them.

(Thanks to Mark's Grandma Judy Wood for capturing me with Mark and legend.)

There are some that that despite given the right direction, are just not *natural* being around animals period, and this means even dogs and such. The wolves pick up on a persons body language very quickly whether they are comfortable or not, and these are the kinds of people I also do not allow to get up close and personal with the animals. I also want any visitors to observe the connection *I* have with these guys so they *trust* me and my expertise. I believe people feel this immediately upon meeting me.

I know were I to visit another facility doing what I do (and I have in the past) if the person is ignorant (lack of knowledge) lets just say no amount of coaxing could convince me to touch even a cat at their place. I believe in building bridges with people and to do that I simply come to the table with who I am and accept all that I meet in a caring manner.

The simple act of taking anothers hand, allows energy to communicate. For us to meet each other.

Mark experienced something that allowed him to connect with a particular animal, not common to connect with on such a level, thus not only did he walk away better educated, but also with an appreciation, reinforced openness and sensitivity to the plight of such a creature out in the wild. He will be the type of boy that grows into a man, whom will not hold a pre-conceived prejudice, when this occurs, so does magic.