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Howling Together: Healing Dreams & Community

What does healing look like in the dream world? Dreams reflect the changes that are happening all the time, in our physical bodies and in our spiritual lives. For me, those changes have been dramatic in the past couple of years, and recently I had a wonderful dream, which gave me a deeper trust in the process of change itself. I dreamed about the wisdom of wolves.

Thanks to this dream, I can believe that authentic healing is going on in my body and spirit. I’m especially grateful because the dream not only helped me to experience this healing directly, but also gave me a restorative image of death and renewal that truly resonates. I will hold this image like an open door inside myself, through which powerful emotions can come and go. Because of the dream, I can sense the small voice of my own life rising to meet the wild song of all life—just as the howl of one small wolf rises to meet the music of the whole pack.

I’ll share some of the changes that have been happening in my waking world, followed by the dream and its resonance. Please howl along (leave a comment), if the song speaks to you…

For the past two years, health problems have shaken up my life: heart damage, deteriorating muscles in my upper body and neck, neurological issues, migraines and stroke-like symptoms, digestive difficulties that drained the life out of me… There’s no certainty at all about where this is going. My disease is rare, and doctors have no idea what the progression will be. When my heart function seemed to be failing steadily, the prognosis was five to ten years, or less. When I lost too much weight and was just too frail to function, I couldn’t imagine surviving more than a year or so. Some days, it felt like I might be dying pretty soon—but some days that just seemed too melodramatic to believe. Often, I felt almost normal, just with a stiff neck, a tummy ache, and some clumsiness and weakness. Then, my heart stabilized, at least for the time being. I started adjusting to most of my symptoms with less fear. It became possible that I might live for quite a while. But I can’t know for sure, of course. Overall, I’ve just had to accept the chaos within myself.

I had to let go of my ambition for the future. I had to let go of defining myself as either “healthy” or “sick.” I had to wait on the threshold: tired, confused, hopeful, peaceful, constantly aware of the reality of death, sometimes numb, sometimes afraid… existentially baffled. There was, and is, a kind of grace in the open-endedness of my situation, even though some aspects of the process have been lonely—impossible to share with others. Sometimes, all I can do is immerse myself in the unknown, and wait.

I haven’t been remembering many dreams—which contributes to the general uncertainty. My sleep is shallow and disrupted by discomforts, but most of the dreams I’ve been able to remember could be classified as “death dreams.” I’ve dreamed, over and over, about packing for a long journey “home,” with my deceased parents coming to accompany me. From my experience in hospice work and spiritual direction, I know that these kinds of dreams are typical for people who are literally getting ready to die, but they’re also common for people going through life transitions of one kind or another. The death is just as often metaphorical as literal: one part of my life is dying, my deceased loved ones are helping me on this journey, and my ultimate goal is a sense of “home,” a sense of knowing I’m in the right place.

So, are the dreams literally predictive of death, or metaphorically describing the experience of my present life? The situation is complicated by the fact that dreams often reflect our priorities, the things we’ve been thinking about—and I’ve been thinking a lot about death. Whether it comes tomorrow or twenty years from now, it’s real and it’s on my mind. These dreams have a healing quality, because they’re reassuring in an ultimate kind of way… but they’re repetitive, and I haven’t really gotten beyond packing, or riding in a car with Mom and Dad, on the way…

So what has changed recently that would invite a new kind of healing dream? Where did the wolves come from? Recently, I’ve been feeling healthy. It’s weird, because my upper body is still deteriorating and painful, and I still have many of the symptoms I had before. But my heart seems steadier, my digestion has settled down for now, and I’m getting stronger. I walk long distances several times a week, and I can feel the muscle tone all over my body (except in the areas affected by the disease). Maybe I’ll die tomorrow, or maybe I’ll live forever. I’m appreciating other people, and myself. I feel that I belong to my life again. I’m allowing my vulnerability to be an invitation to others: Let’s all open up a little, find what’s most authentic in ourselves, share our challenges and gifts, be at home with uncertainty because it allows for new possibilities.

So, I have a dream…

Howl:I look behind some bushes near my campsite, and I’m stunned to see a full-grown wolf—sitting up at first, then lying down as if unconscious, in a shallow pool of icy-cold water with decaying leaves at the bottom. I think she might be dead… but she is still breathing. She has chosen to lie in this freezing water—why? Perhaps she is dying, and is trying to hasten the process and numb her pain? It is hard to see her die, but perhaps she is trying to heal herself somehow. It wouldn’t be right for me to interfere, but I mention her to others, because I’m concerned and hoping someone will know why she is here or how to help her.

When I return to check on her, I hear sounds coming from her hiding place. A veterinarian—a middle-aged woman in a white coat—is working over the wolf, doing CPR. The wolf’s heart must have stopped! But, the vet can revive her. Soon, the wolf stands unsteadily, shakes herself, then seems to regain her strength. Other wolves gather around—and other humans, too. Everyone seems excited about the successful healing. Spontaneously, playfully, the vet lets out a howl, and several other people pipe up, too. They don’t really sound very wolf-like, and the wolves look away, as if embarrassed for them.

Quietly, I try a little howl myself. It begins with just a murmuring sound, and then rises to a hollow, resonant tone that comes from deep within me—gentle, tentative, but clear. There’s no contrivance or exaggeration—I let myself feel the wolf-ness inside me, and then release the wolf- song. I sound like a small, cautious wolf.

Now, I notice a wolf pup—very shy and slightly awkward as if she hasn’t yet grown into her body. Her fur is a soft gray, lighter than the other wolves. She’s sitting on a flight of stairs (even though we’re in the woods). Her ears prick up at the sound of my howl, and her whole body trembles, alerted. She looks at me with intent eyes, as if trying to determine whether my howl is a true howl. Can she trust it? She decides to trust—closes her eyes, and listens. Then, she tips back her head and begins to howl with me. She has never howled before, and she pours herself into the sound—high, sweet, rich and pure. The other wolves join her, and then the humans. We are all howling together and I can feel my heart expanding with the gorgeous howling of the pack.

When the howling is done, there’s a moment of stillness. I realize that these wolves are completely at ease with human beings. Apparently, a woman has opened her house to them, so they can come and go as they please. Now, the wolves (including the pup) walk into the open door of that house—across the threshold. They enter without fear. I don’t see the woman who owns the house, but I know that she keeps the door open.

What are wolves? They are very wild animals, but very social, deeply connected to one another. I’ve had a funny relationship with wolves, because several years ago, when I asked for a “spirit ally” to appear to me, I had a distinct image of a subway door opening to reveal a wolf. A wolf as a spirit ally seemed like a cliché, and I wanted something more unusual, maybe a sloth or a wombat. But a wolf showed up. And the wolf wasn’t always friendly. When I asked the wolf for help, the wolf said, “You don’t need help.” In dreams, sometimes a wolf would attack me and I’d rush into the house and try to slam the door—until, finally, I held my ground, offered my arm and said, “Go ahead, eat me.” When the wolf took a bite of me in a dream, it hurt, but being eaten up wasn’t so bad. Another dream came after that, and the wolf and I were on better terms. I have a history with dream wolves, but this last dream is new to me.

Here, I’m camped out—vulnerable, in a temporary situation, but outdoors, in the natural world where I love to be. I look through a tangle of branches and see the wolf, my sole, or soul, companion, so close. When I see that she is lying in the cold water, I’m afraid she is dying or dead. There is no fix for this. I remember last year when Harold, the feral cat we loved, became ill and was preparing to die, he insisted on lying out in the rain. We’d move him to a warmer place, trying to protect him, trying to feed him though he wouldn’t eat—but he always returned to the cold rain. He was letting his body go cold, slowing his heart and numbing his pain, easing into death in his own way. I couldn’t bear it so I tucked a towel around him, but it made no difference. In the dream, I’ve learned my lesson and I let the wolf do what she needs to do. If she needs to lie in the water, immerse herself in cold, then I can’t interfere. But I share my grief with others. It helps me, which somehow helps her, because we are the same.

But then, things change. Perhaps whatever has needed to die has died. The wolf slowed her body down just like I slowed my whole life down in order to find out what was most meaningful to me, when I had too little energy to waste any on my busy mind. Maybe, death happened, the heart stopped. But something, someone, is there to start it again. And there’s a communal response to the restoration of life. We’re all so excited when someone recovers from an illness, or when a baby is born, or when new love emerges out of our ordinary lives, out of our griefs. We’re clumsy in our exuberance. We try to howl, to celebrate, to express our feelings, but mostly, we can’t quite reach our souls with our loud voices. Our souls understand that we’re sincerely trying, but they turn away a little.

A quiet, uncertain effort works better than an outright howl. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I try anyway. I listen to my soul and let the howl flow, as a murmur at first, from my inner wolf. I believe that this is what’s called for, after an ending—a tentative new beginning. Can I convince the young one to follow me, to join in? The wolf pup sits on a flight of stairs—halfway up or halfway down—in transition herself. Can she revive the life of the whole pack, just as the one, dying wolf has been revived? Can we restart our hearts and howl together? We howl wholeheartedly.

And then, we recognize that we have come together across all kinds of differences, to become a pack—human and animal—at home in the world. Within myself, I’ve struggled with my various voices, my human and animal conflicts, my fears. But all the time, someone has kept a door open. Every aspect of myself, and all of the qualities of hope and fear I recognize in the friends and strangers that surround me… all are welcome. We cross the threshold together.

For me, this is what healing means. There are two other women in the dream who make it possible: the veterinarian who heals the wolf, and the unseen woman who keeps her door open. I might think of them as unrealized potentials within myself—maybe this is true. Maybe it’s also true that they are separate individual beings, visiting my dream to help me, or even to make a difference to the world, somehow, through this dream-sharing. However, for the moment, the explanation seems simpler. They are just doing their jobs, as I am doing mine…

I identify with the dream-ego, the “I” in the dream, who must let the dying wolf do what the dying wolf needs to do. I identify with the one who may be able to approximate an authentic wolf song, inviting the wolf pup into her first howl, inviting the pack to join in. Meanwhile, the healer (veterinarian) and the threshold guardian (the woman with the open house)—within me, within all of us—do their work. I don’t need to identify with them, to make them consciously “me” or “mine.” They know what to do. The veterinarian is a “vet”—she’s a veteran of all the experiences of my lifetime, all the pain and difficulty and learning that make it possible to heal oneself and offer healing to others. She can’t really howl—that’s my job—but she can heal. The woman who own the house where we all belong does not need to be seen: we feel her presence in the open door. The fullness of myself includes all these dream figures: the dream-ego who doesn’t try to fix things but finds a way to howl out, the vet who heals, the woman who leaves the door open for all of us to participate in change, in possibility.

What makes a healing dream truly healing? Well, I believe that all true healing involves community. Every change is a potential healing process, and such healing change always requires a kind of death (letting go) followed by homecoming and new beginnings. Usually, the death aspect of the process has to be solitary—we must set ourselves apart, slow ourselves down, cool our emotions and connections, let ourselves go beyond the range of help. The pack may be nearby when the one wolf lies down alone, but they can’t step forward until the time is right, until she is ready to return to life. Yet the return to life is not actually the essence of the healing. As with any transformative initiation, a solitary retreat or ordeal is followed by a return, but the return cannot  be fully realized without a community to welcome the healed one home.

All the beings—humans, animals, plants—who surround me in my life make up my community. Sometimes they know how to offer welcome, sometimes they don’t. But my healing will only be complete when the pack howls with me, when we can all trust the open door, and come and go freely across the threshold, knowing we are welcome in this house.

22 Comments

  1. I’m late in responding, but wanted you to know how much I loved and appreciated Howling. I sent it to several people. I also really enjoyed reading all the comments.

  2. Hey Kirsten, Deep appreciation to you for sharing. BTW, I know the woman who opens her house to the wolves. She is a very real First Nations woman and I was honored to share this post with her. Much love to you and continued howling:)

    • Wow, Kathleen—it’s exciting to think that the woman who opens her house to wolves is out there in the waking world… Would love to know more about her! Thank you so much for writing—and for your own work.

  3. Kirsten, I feel that I know just what you are saying about death and transition. I am 62 and getting ready to retire to freedom at last. I dreamed very recently about going with my parents to the airport where we were all going to fly Home together. Twice I lost them in the crowd and desperately searched for them. I found them the first time and relaxed–a bit too much, for they were immediately lost in the crowd again. I did not know the way to the terminal, and was counting on them to lead the way, so I was frantic, and woke myself up trying to call for them. I felt bereft and abandoned, but there was reason for it.

    My father went back to Spirit last March, and my mother has let it be known that she is planning to go before the first winter storm, which she seriously dislikes. The dream was all about my folks going back Home and leaving me behind, as I had plenty of life yet to live, even though I didn’t understand that in the dream. Things are about to change for me a lot; I am already experiencing physically what it’s like to go with the flow, as opposed to being resistant and afraid of the future all of my life before now. I feel that I have finally earned my creative, spontaneous “me” time, and I am vastly looking forward to it!! Life is really calling me now!! 🙂 <3

    • I hope you are able to howl along with that deep call with all your heart, Becky! Thank you for sharing your experience—it touches me, and I recognize it in myself, too. Sending blessings…

    • Hi Becky! If you are worried about getting older, I’d love to talk to you. I’m 95 and have thought a lot about it. My phone number is 971-219-4172 and you can text me. Also, I have a book “Changing Gold to Platinum: Having a Great Old Age” that is available on Amazon.
      Warmly,
      Velda

      • Hi Velda! Thanks for thinking of me. I really hadn’t thought of it as “getting older,” but just as having freedom to live the rest of my life. I am not a bit afraid of death, as I know it is simply going back to Spirit from whence I came. And I know that health is my natural state, and would be uninterrupted except that I make blockages in my energy because of fear or negative expectation, etc. I am therefore planning to embrace the flow, and love myself and those around me while I am enjoying life.

        If you feel there are tips I should know for my joyous trip forward, I am open to hearing them. Many thanks, and congratulations on living a long life! <3

  4. Dear Kirsten,

    Animal dreams are the best, aren’t they? I see my dream animals as telling me something about my instinctual self: the most primitive and utterly authentic core of my physical being. Animals are nature. They don’t lie. They just react honestly and their reactions to us are mirrors. If we trust, they trust. If we fear, they fear. If we love, they love. If we feel joy, so do they.

    This dream feels magical in the way magic occurs when a human and an animal establish a deep bond of curiosity, trust, mutual feeling, and love. As you so beautifully note, the trust between your dream ego and the wolves speaks volumes about how you’ve made peace with the wisdom of your body and your instinctual self. And how you’ve come to terms with the natural processes of life, death, and rebirth. The dying wolf, the wolf pup, the healing wolf!! And the inner healer who tends to her in her hiding place. Classic images of the life cycle and the support and healing our bodies instinctively provide when we let go and give them the space and trust they need to do their work without attaching ourselves to an outcome.

    Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful healing dream and your wise and inspiring associations with it. It has a healing effect on me, and I expect will do the same for all who read it.

    With warmest blessings, Jeanie

    • I love the way you describe this, Jeanie. As in your own work, you see through to the the mythic core of our dreaming and waking lives—and it’s an honor to have you apply your insights to what I’ve written. Many thanks and warm blessings to you!

  5. Kirsten, I have been a silent subscriber to your dream blog for a quite some time. I have a strong aversion to social media communication. (There was no TV when I was young!) But,when I found your website I was seeking more experience with the art and depth of working with dreams. After more than 25 years of being in groups, I felt stale and repetitive in my local circles. Right away I realized your gifts, and your sensitivity, and depth of both experience and knowledge. When you began to reveal more and more of your health journey as it came up in your dreams; it how you share comes as such a gift to me. What I am receiving from your posts is the experience of true sacred space and dialogue; over the internet! Something I never would have imagined possible. Now, I feel like I am among the wolf pups howling in your pack. Sending you love and support at the open door.
    Nancy

    • This means so much to me, Nancy. Thank you for writing. I never know where my words have gone and who they have reached (or not)… it’s like your voice echoing back to me helps me to hear the howl of the whole pack, not just the lone wolf! Maybe sometimes the internet really can facilitate authentic connections. I hope so… Sending love and support to you, too!

  6. I just love how you take me into your dreams, Kirsten, and help me see the potential in all of our dreams!

  7. So beautiful, Kirsten. I love this dream and where you’ve gone with it. Going freely back and forth across the threshold…that speaks to me.
    Thanks, Tina

  8. I understand thinking about death, although I think it will not be now in the immediate future. But at almost 96, anyone must realize that the remaining days are short. They’re sweet, and I’m grateful, but I agree with the view, “I have made death a messenger of joy. Wherefore dost though grieve?” uttered by Baha’u’llah. The door is always open. I love your wolves!

    • Thank you Velda! Your insights, at almost 96, are good guidance for all of us younger ones about how to relate to death. Your appreciation of each day (even the difficult ones) touches me and keeps me going. When I lose heart, I’ll remember that sweetness and gratitude…

  9. Thanks for sharing your beautiful dream I am traveling and will be back tomorrow night
    Hope to see you soon and share a story about my
    Granddaughter s wedding last Saturday here in Stinson Beach. Love ❤️ Sterling

  10. I’m so deeply moved by your dream and your comments Kristin. Thank you so much for sharing this dream. I love the image of the woman who leaves the door open. In my imagined version of this dream she is the Divine Feminine that holds us all, holds everything. I was present when my niece was born and I had the distinct feeling that I was standing at the life/death/life door. The door is always open, new life is passing into the world and the old passing away.

    I’ve just written a book that is scheduled to be released next Fall. Its called Finding the Wild Inside. Your dream completely validates the messages I’m trying to convey in my book. Such a clear image of our “wild inside.” I’m a little nervous about putting my book out there, but I’m not stopping. After reading your blog post I see my book as my attempt to put my howl out there. Your dream gives me courage! Thank you so much.

    • Blessings on you howling, Marilyn! I love the title of your book: Finding the Wild Inside. Ah. I hope I get to read it. Thank you so much for your thoughtful words about the article… yes, the Divine Feminine holding the whole world, and all its possibilities, open to our wildness. Inspiring!

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