Meet my co-facilitator, counsel and mentor. My four legged watchman. The one that walks ahead of me listening, sensing the ground below and the sky above. His love for me is unbreakable, that death did not part, but marked entry into a new territory and terrain where the landscape whispers my name between the debris and dreams of past, present and future. Through cave’s deep clay hollows, by fires lit beneath the moon, sitting amongst wolf while hawk circles the skies, we walk. This soul land, this valley of loss, love, and life is traversed with his guidance, sight, and sensitivity to the worlds around and within me. I ask for his guardianship, his gift of innocence forgiven and remembered. The fires have been lit to keep us warm in this night that knows exactly how long it is supposed to last. A song to the sun has been spun celebrating days arrival and the light it casts. I am listening. I am following.