tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732469422871322756.post5520521448747914882..comments2023-11-05T01:12:31.969-08:00Comments on VIOLETPLANET: Art Of The Highest Form: What It Is To Be Human, I Learned From A Wolf...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732469422871322756.post-15056567710519457642009-04-15T23:16:00.000-07:002009-04-15T23:16:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732469422871322756.post-65062960040357434012008-12-22T15:08:00.000-08:002008-12-22T15:08:00.000-08:00I love this post! So full of valuable symbolism.Wh...I love this post! So full of valuable symbolism.<BR/><BR/>Where to begin? I find wolves to be beautiful and fascinating creatures, so much so that I have said that if I ever do get to move to Alaska as I desire to that I would love to have a wolf cub to raise or a wolf hybrid. (My poor Pit bulls would freeze to death before they got their business done in the winter)!!!<BR/><BR/>Wolves are pack animals, depending upon and ensuring that the pack is fed, knowing that they need each other for survival. Humans turn a blind eye to the suffering and demise of others frequently until they themselves need help.<BR/><BR/>Happiness cannot depend on one's surroundings and life events they cannot control. That line of thought, that the objective material world makes one happy is a harmful deception.<BR/><BR/>Happiness must come from within on any level. We can appreciate the objective and respond joyfully to it, but lasting contentment must be subjective. For me that has only happened through the grace of God. When I am unhappy it is always because I have wandered too far from my Creator and my relationship with Him. A close relationship with the Holy One brings joy the world can never give, and I have experienced bliss no words can begin to convey. Foolishly, I stray, demanding my own way, which always lands me in trouble. I am led back to safety and contentment by the Lord my Shepard each time. Rejection of the Shepard once one has tasted his glory is the most miserable feeling imaginable.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com