Many, many moons ago, there was a magnificent white wolf.   She was a loyal, gentle, soul.
She stood tall and proud, her essence reached out and touched you.
The wolf had everything, but she was lost. All she could do was wander around
in the mist looking for something that could make her feel real.
The wolf wandered around for how long? For how long, she did not know.
All she knew was that it  felt like a lifetime.

One day, she allowed herself to step out of the mist.
In doing so, she stumbled, on a wee bird. The bird was so cute. He had no wings,  a flightless bird. He was wandering around just like her, but with his own purpose.
The two of them formed a special friendship, they played together, laughed
together, talked for hours about everything they could think of. The wolf was
so happy she had found a friend. She had come to know the essence of the wee
bird, and allowed him to touch her soul. It didnt matter what he looked like,
even his faults didnt matter to her, she knew his essence and that was all that mattered.

One day she noticed a change in their friendship, she saw a sad distant look in his eyes,
she knew he couldnt hurt her by saying goodbye. With her heart weighing heavy,
she wondered what she could do to make it easier on the wee bird

Going away she went to ponder on it, then it came to her, "a pair of wings."
It was then she realized that she could give him a pair of wings,
and it suddenly dawned on her that friendship was freedom.

She had seen the eagles fly, and watched the hawks soar. To be given wings,
he too could fly. It was with a heavy heart that she gave her tiny friend the most precious gift of all.   Tenderley bending over to attach the wings, she kissed him on the beak and wished
him safe flight.

Turning to walk back towards the mist, she wiped a tear from her eye. It was
then that she realised she hadn't lost anything, but had gained. She still
had her memories, they were all hers to keep. With that she was then able to
turn back and give the friend she had grown to love a smile. She hoped in her
heart he would find what he was looking for. Her wish for him was that he
find love and happiness.

She was a very wise wolf indeed for she knew that to really love  is to be able to let go.    If only we could be as wise as our animal family. 

    To love is not to hold, trap, deny, but to give freely of ones self from within,  giving what is the best you hold within you,  and giving what the other needs not what you wish them to have.  Sometimes love does not remain as love,  but we see it change ............. as the butterfly changes  .................. and it becomes a wonderufl and warm friendship. 

   Many do not want to accept friendship to replace the love we felt in the beginning ...........  but how great a gift is a true friend .............  one we can share with, laugh with, cry with and be who we truly are with. 

  When we give freely and completely,  perhaps the love evolves as a butterly evolves from a catipillar,  but never do the memories of that love leave us.  In times to come ....... do we wish to remember that we tried to hold, trap, and deny what truly gave happiness to the one who we loved ...... because we dont wish to let go ........  or do we go forward with warm memories and a knowing we gave all we had? 

 Do we give the greatest of love .... freedom?

   Words and actions are things that never pass away ............... but live forever in memory and are told and retold ..... Let us each be know by loving words and selfless deeds that we may live on forever in memory times by the one we loved..... and those who cross our path.<o