So I only have like a week left in the UK, and I've been distracting myself by playing the guitar, and its been so fun, I've enjoyed watching my husband learn it as well, and its something we're doing together, and something I will still do when I go home. I hope one day to be at least good at it, but sometimes I struggle a bit still with finger placement and whatnot but thats normal. My husband is A LOT better than me, and understands how to play music by ear which is a skill I havent learned yet. But I will :) I'm so excited :D

Thank you  Thrasher for reminding me of this moment in The Lion King.
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SIMBA: Father... I am lost. Kovu is one of them. Scar's heir. How can I accept him?

{Nala approaches from behind.}

NALA: Simba?

SIMBA: I was... seeking counsel from the Great Kings.

NALA: Did they help?

SIMBA: {sighs} Silent as stars. My father would never--

NALA: Oh, Simba... you want so much to walk the path expected of you. Perhaps Kovu does not.

SIMBA: {surprised} What? How do you know what--

NALA: {chuckles} I can see them down there just as easily as you can. Get to know them and see.

I feel like its a very overlooked moment for sure, and one that I treasure, and always have. Its a moment that just the tone of Simba's voice says everything he is feeling and I just, every time I watch that movie it reminds me so much of myself.

I have been known to find help from on-high as well, it was something I did quite a bit when I was being abused, there are pictures of me, just staring at the sky with my eyes closed hoping for a message.

But its that moment, when the wind whisps past you, and you can just feel those who are gone at your side once more, even for a split second. I havent lost any family members, just canine companions. And two of them specifically, Brandi, the Springer Spaniel who died in my arms when I was 7, and Ciyah, my beloved daughter who also died in my arms, I feel them sometimes. I think I feel others as well. But I always, no matter how I am feeling, if I take a moment, just inhale and ask for guidance, seem to calm down immediately.

Some dont believe in ghosts, others dont believe that its possible that theres anything after your gone but I think that those who are gone are still with us in some capacity, because I've felt them. I know that Ciyah still wanders beside me, probably hoping that I would figure out what the hell I'm doing with my life. I've felt her more times than I can count.

And its comforting, to know that shes still with me, and shes still guiding Austell, my service dog as well in life, keeping her safe.

But yeah, this scene is very precious to me. :)

I wrote this a while ago, when I wasnt very well - probably at the end of decemberish? I was having such a hard time with my lungs that I actually injured a rib and pulled a muscle from coughing so I put my emotion into text and this came out of it :)
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If you know me then you know I write totally on a stream of consicence, I dont plan out the things I write, they just come to me - completely and totally naturally, by looking at an image, by watching a show, it all comes natural.

So here is another short story of mine. :)

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They where an interesting pair, a large black female Tundra Wolf and a large Red Agouti Siberian Husky. Some said, that she had convinced him to join her in the wilds of her territory. For she didnt have a pack, just him. Some said she attacked him and forced him to join her. No one knew for certian, but the story she told, was the real one. That a tame pet had fallen in love with a wild wolf. And they’d been together as a pair nearly ten years, surviving in her territory just as a pair, for they had no young, they had no pack, only them.

They had many stories, and this is only one of them.

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There was fog upon the ground, it had been a chilly night, and an even chillier morning. the black female, and siberian husky awoke within their territory to an annoying bird, who refused to stop singing. The black female, getting frustrated decided it was time to stir. The male husky looked over and his beautiful blue eyes caught the beautiful hazel eyes of his mate. They nodded to one another, not having to speak a word because they could speak only with their eyes. The black wolf got upright, and then collapsed just near her mate - almost on top of him. He licked and pawed at her.

He was beautiful, a rare sort, humans termed him Red Agouti, which meant not only did he look different in stature, he also had a beautiful coat, which had black and red flecks, and looked almost wild. It was hard not to see him as anything but a husky, but some mistaked him even for a wolf. The black female was beautiful in her own right, her pure black pelt was as rare as he was, most black wolves after adult-hood gained white marks on thier pelt. She hadnt, she stayed black all the way through adult-hood.

They got upright, and nuzzled one another. It was time to hunt. The black female had the skills, she was definately a professional huntress, as she always brought back a meal for her mate. He was as good a hunter as her, but she always preferred to hunt.

Finally, they got out of the bush and started the walk to find a meal. It started as a normal day, warmth was rising from the earth, the sun was shining, and there wasnt as much of a chill now. The two of them where kind of wanderers. They didnt have a place they called their own yet. Their life was a life always on the move, not staying anywhere for very long. And sometimes they ran into other animals who claimed the lands. But they always got through it with grace.

And just like any day, today they where after something to eat. They where constantly on the move. Which in essence wolves are known for their endurance and stamina so wandering was nothing that was to difficult for them.

The black female lead her mate forward as they searched for food. Their ears where forward, their noses to the sky as they moved through the fall like atmosphere. It hadnt snowed yet where the two where wandering but it was apparent that snow and winter was on its way.

The two kept wandering until they crested a hill and saw white-tailed deer in the distance. The black female went into hunt mode almost immediately, she cowered low, and her ears went back. Her mate followed in tune behind her. They where a masterclass to watch if one ever did have the chance. Slowly the black female started scanning the herd looking to pick a target. She only looked back at her mate for one split second and he knew she’d found one.

It was a large buck, who by the looks of him had injured his back leg, as there where only two of them, taking the injured and weak was something that the black female had counted on.

Slolwy they creeped closer, and closer.

The black female’s body language spoke what she was feeling. She was tense and ready to eat. She finally closed in on her prey, and leaped up onto his back. Of course the buck responded by fighting, and huffing and kicking. Her mate followed in tune, grabbing at the back leg of the buck to stop it from kicking and hoping to bring it down. His fangs dug in deep, and he held on dodging kicks from the other leg.

The black female jumped off / or fell off, no one will ever know, and it was her undoing. The buck took this moment and used his horns and dug into her back as she ran to keep up with her mate and the buck. At the speed they where running, it was most definately going to cause damage. She escaped lucky as he didnt break her spine, but it was so painful she was stopped in her tracks. She collapsed and laid on her side hoping and praying she wasnt injured badly. Her mate relented and ran back to her as he was dragged himself a mile ahead of where she’d gone down.

His run back was one of panic and worry, he was vocally whimpering and calling to her as he ran as fast as he could to get back. When he finally reached her he could see she was in pain, her lips were up, and she was struggling to stand, or move. She was whimpering and crying when he arrived and he nuzzled her and tried to help her feel better. He knew his mate, and he knew that she wouldnt let this ever take her down, but for her own saftey he stood over her and forced her to stay down. He was worried, and scared and tried to figure out what to do now.

Finally she settled, just laying and whimpering now. It was obvious no matter what she did she couldnt get comfortable. It was obvious she was in immense pain. What was he going to do. He knew he couldnt hunt on his own. Nor did he want to leave her so vunerable out in the open. He used nose to try and get her to stand upright, willing her to. They had to get somewhere safe. She wouldnt budge, couldnt budge and so his only option was bite at her to make her move. He knew she had a high tolerance for pain, and knew that if she was whimpering that this was serious.

Finally the black female stood on her feet, was shaky and really couldnt walk properly. It was her lower back he noted as he watched her, wanting to throw her on his back and carry her. But he knew he couldnt. She had to do this alone. He nuzzled her side again and tried to push her to bite down on the pain and keep moving. She did, as she always did, but it didnt make watching her stumble and limp any easier. He followed behind her, sometimes moving beside her to give her a nuzzle.

Finally after a while they reached the place they had fallen asleep the night before. The black female was frustrated and in pain and just collapsed on the rocks. They’d bedded down in a cave. When they where traveling through this part of the land this was one of their favorite stopping places. And now it would be the place that kept the female safe.

She lay on her side, still in pain but it was eased by the cold of the rocks. Still she whimpered and whined, lifting her lips and flicking her ears in unbearable pain. Her mate paced uneasily in front of her trying to figure out what he could do. There wasnt much, he was helpless.

The Alphess was down.

Her mate was completely at a loss.

They didnt work good apart, they worked better together. Finally, the male decided to lay down behind her, his head resting on her shoulder, for love, and protection.

For now, at least they would be safe, even if they didnt have food. He’d ensure that. There was no way he’d allow anymore harm to come to her. It didnt matter what happened now, she was his main, and only focus. Until she healed, and until she was able to hunt again.

He wasnt going to leave her side.

The moon is full, and bright and I can see it shining in the window and everything inside me is screaming to be outside, but this human form of mine cant handle the cold, I cant risk getting sick, so I stare quietly from within the confines of this basement.

I can feel her / the moon calling to me. My limbs have goosebumps the hair on them standing on end itching to be out there running through the woods.

Running with the moon as your guiding light.

The moon is so beautiful and I will enjoy it in all of its splendor.