Triple Heart Blog – March 1, 2017
(Posted by Cathy DuBois) In the meadow grazed the herd. Large adults, full of life’s lessons and totally unconcerned about anything but the fresh, sweet grass that was reaching up to the tops of their knees. Occasionally, they munched on a sweet flower, just beginning to bud. Yes, being an adult Buffalo with a strong, proven leader who would keep the large herd safe and protected was just the ticket on this beautiful spring morning.

It had been a harsh winter like they all seemed to be, but most of the herd had shaggy, deep, warm hide to help them through and as spring had developed, the herd was beginning to lose all that covering to become sleek and shinning creatures.

Some of them started to head down to the riverbank to drink as the leader sounded the cry and all the herd would dutifully know to get in line and go together. Their pace was slow as the babies were still to small to keep up with the adults.

In the high country, the ice was slow to melt on the lakes, streams and rivers but the buffalo were great swimmers and did not fear falling into the water. In fact, as soon as the youngsters arrived they wanted to go right into the river to play. The herd enjoyed a beautiful morning swimming and playing. A couple of young males held their first contest to see who could swim across the river and return first. It was great fun and another of those teaching times for the youngsters.

At the end of the day, a lone wolf was spotted across the river. His excellent sight and smell allowed him to check out the heard from afar. He had been chased away from his pack as there were to many males and though he could have stayed he chose to go his own way. He was no threat today, but he would keep in mind the numbers and sizes he was seeing for future reference.

The leader of the buffalo gave the signal and the nervous herd rounded up their charges and headed toward their home base. Spotting one wolf usually meant there were more around, and sometimes that was alright as buffalo were fierce fighters and could run very fast for long distances. But right now there were two many youngsters to make such a speedy getaway possible.

Some of the young males made a show of force, but the wolf seemed totally unimpressed. He had helped to take down is fair share of buffalo and had even taken a youngster or two by himself. He was intelligent, swift, strong and cunning. All traits that favored his winning in such an attack. But today it was not to be. He was more soul sore than hungry and just waded in the water and swam around enough to get the dirt off his thinning silver gray coat.

At least the weather was mild. That was some consolation. He would be glad to be rid of the rest of his winter coat. It slowed him down and made him hot when he ran. Thinking about mundane things helped to take his mind off all he had left behind. His mother and his sweetheart. Both lost to him forever. He supposed he knew it would happen sooner or later. Life could be harsh and boy did he know it. He walked over to some brush where he could spend the night and settled into his lonely future.

Back at the buffalo camp, the youngsters wanted to keep running and playing all night. But with stern warnings of the “Big Bad Wolf” nearby they soon found their moms and settled down to dream of long summer days and cool swimming holes.

Dancer was having so much fun. She loved to play in the sweet grass and swim in the river that had become a great rushing torrent. It was so loud that their leader’s calls were muffled by it. Buffalo were at home in the water and she had learned from her mom all she needed to know to swim like a graceful horse, or so her friends had told her. She could also run very fast for a long distance and that made her feel so strong. She was hardly ever allowed to run, though. That was saved for when the herd was in danger and all of their energy was required to save the day.

She was finding all of their rules and regulations getting to be burdensome and hard to remember. She didn’t like their leader very well. He seemed so sure of himself and was always swift to point out the mistakes of the herd. He was especially hard on the older members. He acted like he had never been young or happy and it made Dancer sad for him. She hoped that when she got older she would still be happy. She knew if she could just spend more time running she could charge up her happy memories and at least have them to make her smile.

Dancer walked calmly away from the herd the next time they were at the river and when she was out of sight she began to run like the wind. She ran and ran and ran. She was so happy and life was so good. She finally turned around and headed home anticipating how mad their leader would be at her.

Even though the tongue lashing was serious, Dancer took off the very next chance she got. Running for all she was worth, knowing it was what she was born to do. On her way home she ran by the riverbank thinking the herd might still be there. Instead she saw that the lone wolf was back and was sitting and watching her carefully. He had not moved and Dancer noticed he was injured as there was blood running from his side.

She called to him and asked what had happened. He called back that in his foolishness he had tried to go home again and was soundly thrashed for his attempt. He wasn’t injured badly and didn’t think it would be a problem. He told her he was pretty sure his former family was in the area and she should get back to her herd as quickly as possible.

Dancer realized the danger immediately. She took off running toward camp and arrived safely. During her last lecture she had tried to tell the leader that things were not as they seemed and danger was very near. He was not in the mood to listen to anything a youngster had to say. Besides, was impetuous child and a female so what did she know?

Her joy and happiness had vanished with the lecture. It was so unfair to be treated like a child when she had experienced things that mattered. She realized that the older she got the more rigid her life would become. There were things that nobody was allowed to question and other things nobody was allowed to do. These rules had been in place forever, it seemed. She was not going to be allowed to change them. It was so depressing, it really was.
(to be continued…)

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Author Notes: Cathy DuBois is a healer, teacher, coach and Dr. of Clinical Hypnotherapy. She is a published author and seeker of truth. Visit her website at www.tripleheart.co