Poison ivy. Right foot. I can feel it coming.
It was worth it.
We were helping new-comer Nathan pitch his tent at the Wolf Conservation Center of New York. We were packing up our own tent following last night’s Sleepover with the Wolves, and he was moving in and scoping out a dry spot. I was up in the greenery on the side of the trail attaching his rain fly, thinking, “Is this poison ivy?”
Answer? Yes, I guess.
It was worth it, because this is a special place. There are Gray Wolves, Red Wolves, and Mexican Gray Wolves here, and they are all endangered, and they occasionally erupt into a glorious chorus of howls.
We had pitched our tent in line with the others for the Sleepover with the Wolves experience, and discovered quickly that some wolves could be enticed into howling by a little sonic nudge from a human’s wanna-be-howl. It was thrilling. But, the over-night was largely silent, except for an uproar in the Red Wolf enclosure, where (my guess is) somewolf grabbed a tasty little four-footed night traveler of some kind, and the others wanted in on it. With not enough to go around, it got nasty and snarly, and slightly scary.
Then, this morning, the Wolf Conservation Center hosted my brand-new presentation called CRY WOLF: The Amazing Story of Humanity’s Love/Hate Relationship with Canis Lupus, and I had an eager audience that included a gaggle of 5th-grade girls. It was a birthday party. It was probably the coolest birthday party in the universe, I figured, and I awarded the mom for her awesome departure from Disney Princess drivel. The birthday girl quipped, “I hope we’ll get to hear the wolves howl!”
We were a short walk up the hill and then on down the trail to the wolf enclosures; we were in their neck of the woods, but not right next door.
I opened my presentation with a beautiful tune called Forgiveness, written by Jan Michael Looking Wolf. It’s a simple wood flute and guitar thing, and so lovely and expansive that closing your eyes and swaying to it is easy, and remarkably unselfconscious. Forgiveness. I played it on my wood flute to welcome in my audience, to set the tone, to open the spiritual space for wonder. As the last note died, we heard…
…all the wolves, full-throated and lusty, ripe and rough and resonant, committed. Howling. It was almost high noon. It was a full peal, in broad daylight. Forgiveness. With its sound and spirit, it reached up the hills and trails, inviting and encouraging these wolves to sing along and lend their hair-raising lupine amen.
I almost doubled over, gasping, “This is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Forgiveness.
Listen to Jan Michael Looking Wolf’s beautiful song, “Forgiveness,” by clicking here.