Grappling

Fear is a potent persuader.

I don't mean to harp on about the wolf thing but....

Monday has had an undeniable and indeliable impact
that I appear to be having trouble with.

A few quick corrections first.

The wolves I saw were not huge big bulky wolves. They were tall, thin and wiry, with tuffs and patches of fur that looked like they've been in fights. Probably with each other, but they weren't the fattened healthy regal Rex's National Geographic find.

The other thing I need to correct is - they were clearly not out for sport.
If that were the case, my dog and [possibly] myself, would have been shredded and "not known what hit us".
(although I'm so hyper-consciously-aware I would've known what hit us, and how excruciating it all would have been...but that's me)

So, although they were completely fixated on my dog, and because they never did anything other than follow along with us, albeit truly very close, with one directly behind me at all times for a ridiculous distance...they were likely "just" curious.

But I ask you....

Would you be able to go back and walk that great big open park path having experienced that?

Or would you not be able to unclench your butt to walk that route, as I am undergoing?

I cannot bring myself to go on our old familiar walk I've been going on for years!

Would you?

Is this fear just a me-thing ? Or is this fear an over reaction?

How would you deal, had this been you?

And what do you think the chances are of re-experiencing the same are again?

Does wild lightening strike twice?

Would you not chance it?

Or would you reclaim your land and space, and what used to be your calmness back?

Those landscapes, vistas and topography have served to center, and sustain me over the years.

How can one calm disturbed water?

Or is time the only answer to most things?