I met my future ole biker dude in late 2010, and we hit it off really well. Soon we decided we’d meet each other’s friends, journey around the countryside on his bike and see where things would lead. In July 2011 we rode his Harley out to a place called Rolling Thunder Bar and Grill, a biker hangout south of Fluvanna, Texas, planning to camp out for the weekend with a couple of his friends I’d only met once before ..… Rolling Thunder is a pretty cool old place, way out in the middle of nowhere, in a wild-ish desert scrub landscape. It’s a nice little ride getting there, especially if you meander along the Caprock.
“Stay with me…” she begged, but it was too late. Her black eyes followed his back into the trees, only paw prints in the dirt to remind her that it wasn’t a dream. The moon calls to his wild heart and not even the wings of a raven could contend with his love to run. In the distance his howl told her that he’d shifted, and his pack answered in full. Music of the hunt circled through the underbrush making goosebumps raise across her pale skin, blood splattered here or there from the deer laying motionless, half eaten in the clearing. Stomach rumbling she didn’t bother to change, instead shoving her hands into the chilled belly of the doe, ripping a chunk of fatty meat out and eating it raw. Blood coated her mouth and as the meat slid down her throat she smiled, the sadness of his departure only deep behind those black eyes. He hunted for her on the full moon, the lone wolf, the protector, her love. The wilderness that brought them together the only thing holding them apart. Ripping another chunk of meat from the deer she fell into the memory of how they first met, the day he almost died.
The most interesting tattoos seem to have a story or association with a person, place, thing, or memory that is forever etched as an illustration. For someone who doesn’t have a single tattoo, I am fascinated by others’ accounts of what the symbolism on their bodies represent for them, the “why” behind each work of art. Surely there are those who may not have explanations for their tattoos – maybe they just chose certain designs for pure aesthetic qualities – but the tattoos that do carry stories for the people who welcome them onto their bodies like canvases, those hold a special quality worth more than 1,000 words.
I am a veterinary technician. This means I educate pet owners and non-pet owners alike. I answer questions, take vitals, collect blood, urine, stool, skin cell (or other cytology) samples, give vaccines or other injections, keep medical records up-to-date, admit and monitor sick patients, place catheters, administer medications, take radiographs, administer sedatives and local anesthetics, induce anesthetic planes, and provide recovery care. I must have a good math and science skill set; my calculations and knowledge must be accessed accurately and efficiently executed in even the most adrenaline-rushed situation.
I celebrated the beginning of my 42nd orbit of the Sun by visiting Santa Barbara, CA where my lovely friend treated me to a reiki session. I’d never even thought of reiki before but since it was already set up for the day of my birth I was kind of looking forward to it. That morning I found myself in the dentist’s chair and returned home in time for my session with a numb face. Not to worry, my reiki therapist assured me it was fine, my face was not needed for the session. I knew my therapist was only told two things about me: my name is Amber and today is my birthday. As the session progressed she was saying things that really hit home, she called out my parental relationships to a tee. Then as she passed over my lower legs she made a startled noise and laughed a little. I asked what that meant and she told me she has seen spirit animals in other sessions and only a few have been birds but just now she swore a penguin leapt out at her. This made me laugh and I admitted to her I was going to work in Antarctica in just a few months.
Elephants have always been my favourite animal, everyone around me knew this, though most people never knew why.
We can learn so much from wolves!
We found the perfect toy for our dogs, as well as a way to give them great exercise daily without the worry of hot pavement.
The mythology of our ancestors has always shown us the consistent presence of animals throughout these cultures. However, their roles and relationships to humans change as society is developed, moving from hunter-gatherer communities to villages with farms. As this happens, the people of these cultures begin to separate themselves from animals. Animals lose their importance and become seen as “other”. The development of villages throughout these various cultures lead to humans seeing themselves as god-like in comparison to animals.
Let's face it: Pets make the best companions ever. There is no denying the obvious. Sure, there are times our pets annoy us, but despite it all, they are far better than humans. Nobody can argue with that. Though out our entire lives, we raised, bonded and even made memories with our pets. They are the truest friends we could ever imagine. Perhaps pets could also be considered a great member of the family.