colector: [JournalWriting] Re: I'm the new person

Many thanks for the welcome. I appreciate it.

I read your defination of the wolf and his/her call. It reminded me
of our life ten years ago. After Barb and I retired we moved from
the northwest to Arizona's Sonoran Desert and stayed four years.
Coyotes thrive there, feeding on whatever they can find--mice, bugs,
and even cactus blossoms (I could tell by their scat). Many times at
night we listened to the pups learning the art of howling.

By the time they reach adulthood they have a 34 "word" vocabulary,
according to the University of Arizona at Tucson.

We learned many things about the web of life that we shall never
forget.

Best,

Scott

--- In JournalWriting@yahoogroups.com, Walks with Wolves
<silverfangedone@...> wrote:
>
> *waves hello*
> Welcome to the group, Scott.
> Always nice to have another Texan on board. I'm up around the
Dallas/Ft Worth area.
>
> Blessings and Love,
> ~*~Walks~*~
>
> Scott Laughlin <n7net@...> wrote: Hi,
>
> I'm new to this list. My name is Scott and I live in Texas.
> Journaling is a habit that's lasted several decades. It's my
> pressure valve, the place where I talk to myself.
>
> Having been retired since last century, I keep myself busy with
ham
> radio, writing fiction, reading, and journaling.
>
> Today I saw an outstanding b&w photo.
>
> The image is a Union Pacific locomotive that's taking on fuel.
The
> man doing the service is heavily dressed, but there no clue as to
> where the shot was taken. The cab lights illuminate the inside
and
> it appears no one is inside. Perhaps the engineer and conductor
have
> gone for coffee.
>
> I can almost hear the engines growling while they await the return
of
> the crew.
>
> Best regards,
> Scott Laughlin
> Allen, Texas
>
>
>
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>
>
> To hear the sound of the wolf is to experience a singularly moving
sensual experience of wilderness. Sound of unreachable quality,
seeming weird and inhuman. But not unearthly. For it is of the
essence of the creature wolf: of his spirit, his being, his truth. A
transcendental song that took form uncounted millennia before time
was defined. Something elemental. A living call from the past. A
revelation of the very Universe.
> ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
> A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She
goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination
prepared to be herself and only herself.
>
> Maya Angelou
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