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Willa

11/6/2017

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"Willa" - mixed media on aquabord, 18" x 24".  Ready to frame, or can be leaned against a wall upon a shelf.  Available on Artfinder.

Howling.  A versatile communication tool.  It is what we are called to do when circumstances drop boulders on our heads, wrench our broken hearts from our chests and drop our precious love to the hard ground.  It is also what we do when we are triumphant, crushing our opponents (perhaps in a game of backgammon which has gone all road warrior) or beating circumstances when the odds were stacked against us.  These are the lone howls - solitary voices expressing pain, rage, triumph or blessed survival.

There are also group howls.  Now perhaps you think I've gone off the deep end this morning, but we've taken to group howling at our house.  At first, it was to encourage our very quiet dog to feel free to express himself.  And, with a bit of help from his housemates, he will now do this.  But after a time, I came to discover how alive I felt when our voices rose together, vibrating loudly in a primitive chorus, Pongo's head raised high to the ceiling, lips pursed in his best wolf imitation.  The chorus of voices together feels like drum beats, thrumming, wobbling strands of sound.  My entire being zings when we howl together.

We don't actually need a reason to howl.  Sometimes we randomly howl in the middle of the afternoon while looking for a snack.  It changes the very vibration of the house and its inhabitants.  Like sound smudging.  It is also quite impossible to not be present when howling.  It chases all the worries away.

Funny, I've never seen group howling listed as one of the benefits of dog ownership. Perhaps it is time to revise the brochures?

In case you are new to howling, here are a few beginning howlers to help you get started:
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Dotty Seiter link
11/6/2017 08:29:55 am

This morning I'm feeling somewhat the way Willa looks—a little bleary eyed, with much under the surface, and much flying all around externally. I'm wondering: willa I find my way out of temporal monkeymind into spirit? willa I handle myself with grace? willa I find resolution? I've already accepted and acted on your invitation to howl, and I suspect more howling—even louder and more full-throated—is in order.

Thank you, Jen!

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jen
11/6/2017 08:48:05 am

Dotty...willa I never get tired of your delightful comments? you made me smile once again! Willa is every woman on a Monday morning, i think. Temporal monkeymind BE GONE! Howling should pave the way. Pongo is raising his best voice to the sky to help you along!

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Dotty Seiter link
11/6/2017 08:58:33 am

aaaooooooooooooooo! (thx, Pongo)

Carol Edan
11/6/2017 10:46:25 am

I could use a good bowl right now! Am sitting visiting my husband in the hospital. He had a prostate operation. Hope tomorrow we'll be going home. Howwwwwl!
Willa reminds me of the refugee problem. So sad. I cry and bowl for her.

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jen
11/6/2017 12:43:33 pm

Oh Carol! a big HOWL for you and your hubby!!!!!! Sending much love and healing thoughts. Willa feels like a refugee to me....solitary, troubled, needing consoling in a difficult world. Howl-worthy.

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