The Majesty By Valerie Lyn
I stand quiet, fierce and unfettered, illuminated only by the moon and the stars that hang brightly in the night sky. I lift my large head and bay before the moon. My sisters, majestic, and equally as fierce stop in their tracks to pick up the song with me. It is instinctive, we are compelled to do this, something deep without our souls is stirred and it must be given birth to. We are not howling for food or even as a warning to others but in homage to the glory of what is- our existence. We are singing in salutation. Our communication is short, our vocalization is heartfelt and innately understood, still we are puzzled, curious by what has moved us so profoundly to pick up song in this night world. It is not alarm, we are not trying to gather others to ourselves, our stomachs are sated , it is none of those things …we howl because we are alive…living…and we, all things in the universe including the moon and the stars, are one!