I want to be a wolf Running, hunting, free With my pack in some great pine forest Far, far from human predators Far from human lights To see the moon, the stars, the vapor of breath as we run With farseeing, dark piercing wolf eyes In love with the night, exulting in our song Alive in our strength and skill No cruelty but the cruelty of hunger.
e-qua yona, Cherokee for 'big bear' is the only nick name I've ever had, at least one I liked. One of my favorite ever students called me that when I taught for the Eastern Band Cherokee. It is Mato Tanka in Lakota.
I have lived a nomadic life and have enjoyed most of it so far.
Seeking balance with the universe or great mystery is what life oughta be about.