So much to say about two little words. Blue is my favorite color and, at the risk of sounding like a hippie, the wolf is my spirit animal. Combine them and I am in heaven. Growing up I did not have a lot of clothes and I am SO GRATEFUL for that now! You know why? Because they just don’t matter to me. It is very freeing. I generally tend to wear the same thing all the time and do not care. Maybe some will judge me for it but I am happy and comfortable in my blue and that is all that matters. When I think of Christmas my mind goes to blue and silver. I pretty much wear those colors year round. And yes, I see the irony, although I did not know it when I met my husband. He is the eldest grandchild of the man who started the Dallas Cowboys. I believe it was fate. Wolves … where to start? They are family oriented, apex predators, and a keystone species; witness Yellowstone. They mate for life and it is unfortunate they have been vilified for centuries as they are really kind, gentle, and loving creatures. I should know; I live with two. They are 75% Canadian Timberwolf and 25% Siberian Husky. They are family. Any truly wild animal belongs in the wild. My smart, kind husband is the one who made me realize our wildlife MUST have land left in which to roam — for the sake of us all. I found this pictured above as a paid advertisement on Facebook and knew I had to have it! How much better could it get?! He now proudly presides over my office as I write. The first Indian Minister of Law and Justice B. R. Ambedkar said this:
“Unlike a drop of water which loses its identity when it joins the ocean, man does not lose his being in the society in which he lives. Man’s life is independent. He is born not for the development of the society alone, but for the development of his self.”
I will never lose my identity because I have never blended in. I want that same independent spirit of the wolf my father had, I have, and my husband has to carry over into our daughter. I am and always will be a blue wolf.
