Up early with my wolf pillow, signs, petitions and little table I head for the farmer’s market. Last week I did the petition for Save Our Wolves on my own and gathered about forty signatures. My favorite family had two little kids that wanted photos of the famed wolf Journey I had up for display and enjoyed and pet the large wolf pillow with a bow tie on.
This week I have help. Two people eventually show up and it is a wild ride. One person is quite the outspoken petitioner with a thick British accent. She admonishes the people who keep walking in this working class Brit style. As one man goes by she says something about the kind of cap he is wearing let her know he would not like wolves and mutters a few other things about hunting. Both myself and the more demure other helper that is there with me are surprised at her audacity. She has a string of stories of experiences trying to stop the rodeo in Salinas, and the men giving her the finger as they speed off in trucks raising dust in her face and she announces how she does not care and gives them the finger back.
I begin to reel her in letting her know that I did not want to get in a brawl with people or get thrown off of campus and she very kindly catches herself and respects the requests. She explains that she has a serious illness and things are hard right now with her body and gives us another series of disturbing but tongue in cheek stories of nearly getting wiped out by the medication she was prescribed to control some of the effects of her illness this last month. Her bravado might have the edge of someone who feels like time is running out.
We have a very lively day as the temperatures drop and a wind picks up and we are freezing while talking to people. People are nice, a couple of men want to tell us how wolves are killers and kill for the heck of it. I feel how I want to say does that remind you of anyone in defense of the wolf but do not. I find something contagious about my irreverent volunteer seeping into my attitude but keep working on her to tame her presentation, give space to the people who do come up then run them through some of the same lecture-etes. Things settle, we have a flow of people. One encounter I appreciate is with a group of kids from Lassen County, the place where all of our California wolves are missing. it is a good dialogue as well as a sweet exchange with the teachers.
I hear one shaggy dog story from a man who met a wolf on a trail and thought his number was up as the wolf stares him dow. He goes on to explain that he finds himself in his large body and Cabella cap under his breathe say” nice wolf”. The wolf looks at him and does this circular tail spin, and lifts his head-up and walks off.
The telling of it and presentation is more like a long shaggy wolf story while I am trying to meet and greet people asking about the petition but he happily finishes his story satisfied that I can see his wolf with him since he figures people would not believe him in the forest service and then heads out. He does not sign the petition but takes a flyer.
One woman with a very sincere look on her face tells me a dream about a group of wolves letting her know that this is our last chance for humanity and believes that if they are destroyed we will all be, and begins to cry. The animals are communicating with us and we need to listen. Her husband consoles her, they do sign the petition to stop the bill to d-list the wolves as endangered and take a flyer to put up at work.
There are many friendly and sincere people who simply take an interest, take a moment and are willing to relate to even the zaniest of us in order to consider the wolf and the future of this fine animal.
Tonight I dream of my dog trainer that worked with my dog briefly the summer before she died. I am visiting his place in Vermont and I am sharing all the ways we can help dogs with simple words and gestures within a more complex model of dog training. He is an endangered species dealing with his own serious illness and many students draw nearer to absorb and write down his work and help with his challenges.
In the dream I make him laugh and take him down a road by his house instead of his driveway on purpose, and other silly things. At the house I talk to some people about clothes. I have on a practical outfit and the complement is about how simple and nice they are. I take that all in. I wander in the house and find a little boutique of hand designed outfits, very expensive, and they are one of a kind and I would not normally wear or buy. I look at the rack and I pick up one of the finest and rather exotic outfits that is there that is tailored pant skirt , oriental style and put them on and take off my boots and wear open shoes, and a silk royal blue top. I model them for the group and I look wonderful in the attire with my classic bone structure. It feels great I decide to do this for myself and feel myself step forward and relax.