As I was mulling over what to call my blog site, I knew I
wanted it to have something to do with wolves.
I am obsessed with wolves. I have
been since I was in elementary school. I
do not know what began my obsession with them.
In some weird way I have always felt a connection to a wolf which is odd
to say because I have only seen a wolf in a zoo. I have never gone Kevin Costner and danced
with the wolves.
I got into reading books at a very young age and some of the
books I read which had wolves depicted them with a certain air of mystique
about them. Some books depicted wolves
as loners, perhaps melancholy as indicated by their howling. Some of the best wolf images have them
howling at the night sky with a full moon behind them.
Upon studying them; however, the myth of wolves could not be
further from the truth. They travel in
packs, or family if you will. Their
howling is not a cry of despair (though I am sure it can be at times) but
rather a means to communicate within their pack.
Many people know me as Joshua but I have always considered
myself a wolf of both truth and myth. In
other words, there is a spirit within me which compels me to wander. I am uncomfortable staying in one place for
too long. That part of me has bought
into the notion of the wolf myth of the loner.
Yet I am a husband, a father to three children, and I have not moved from
my current city since settling here four years ago. That part of me is the real wolf; the one who
wants to be a part of the pack.Though I no longer physically wander from town to town, in my mind my thoughts drift from place to place. My mind creates stories that need to be written. Within my mind works the gears that analyzes life and our purpose here. I form opinions which plague me for days, crying to be set free. In other words, I want to point my head to the night time sky and howl.
So if you have stepped into The Howling Glen, then you have stepped into a glen that knows no peace. Rather it is filled with the cacophony of howls formed from the thoughts which wander through my mind. I am random; so too are my thoughts. I might write one day about movies only to turn around with a blog decrying the idiocy of politics. I may talk about WWE one day and then flip the switch to discuss religion. One can never truly know what they will stumble across when they enter my glen.
So please, find a seat, order your favorite beverage (might I suggest some green tea), and lose yourself in the thoughts I find myself completely lost in.
The wolf has come home…
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