an old dog led the way up the stone steps to the ‘mirador’, a spot with great views of mountains and volcanoes, and picnic tables somewhere past cartago, costa rica’s first capital.
the moment it turned back to look at me, instead of a dog, i saw the gaze of a wise, white wolf.
a deep respect for this animal and the ancient land it was on took over me.
i felt that same connection i keep coming back to (see posts 42 & 25), a oneness with all things, an indescribable energy that binds us all to be as one.