The shell is the bone of the conch.
Gather the song of the wind.
La Loba gathers the bones of La Lupa.
and
You are Here.
Howl
your stories.
they say Athena was wise…
for she protected me.
Now they say I am wise.
sometimes that is a bit overwhelming
for I am just a little bird,
whoo sees at night…
Proud of your prey
you come home,
but find we are not your true pride.
and not all of us can accept you as You are.
Never-the-less, We are Family.
Gathering wisdom is like gathering seeds.
Sometimes if you squirrel it away, it sprouts.