ThreadingWater's on the road (in a Red State if you must know) all this week. Welcome guest blogger, Chase.
Actually, I’d like to use this opportunity to share a story. It’s not mine, it’s from a piece called “Dog Sledding in Rare Company” by Kevin Kling. Actually, it’s a story within a story and Kling attributes it to the people of the Oglala tribe. It goes like this:
Long ago, a chasm formed between humans and animals. As it widened, at the last moment, the dog left his cousin the wolf and jumped across to be with the humans. The mournful cry of the wolf is the longing for the chasm to some day be closed.
At first I thought the story was about the dog. We’re loyal to a fault, and aren’t we great? But then, the plight of the wolf drew me in. Its mournful cry, its anguish over this separation, its longing to be reunited.
Suddenly, I feel like howling . . .