**Dance With Wolves**:
This phrase embodies the journey of embracing one’s struggles and vulnerabilities, often represented by the metaphorical “wolves.” In a spiritual context, dancing with wolves symbolizes the process of confronting fears, traumas, and shadows, turning pain into personal growth and strength. It encourages individuals to face inner conflicts with grace and resilience, fostering a deeper understanding of themselves and others.
**Momma Doesn’t Love You Anymore: A Story of Dancing with Wolves**
**By Luther Lucius Jones**
In the distance, a wolf howls, its voice carried by the wind. “Listen, little one, and hear our voice, also carried by the wind.” Voices that were long gone but not forgotten, carried with the spirit of the wind home to the Mother Land. Listen to their voices and know the cries of the Mother Land. dance with wolves
Listen now as another voice takes flight and understand the cries of the Mother Land. Stay quiet as we come to understand dancing with wolves. In the distance below, a furnace burns hot; steam-filled radiators bring warmth to a home. I wet my bed rather than disturb the scene. That is the bathroom where my cold bed brings comfort in the dark. A voice now weeps in the hallowed hallway, carried to me by the wind—a shallow voice crying, “Momma doesn’t love you anymore.” The voice now inside me echoes the same: “Why, Momma, what have we done?”
The floor creaks as footsteps cross wooden floorboards. A light flickers from the bottom of my doorway. I welcome sleep, but it does not come. What arrives are cries in the night—a dance of wolves I can hear but not see. A sibling cries out in pain from an accusation so horrible my mind cannot accept. A 9-year-old cries out, “I do not want your man.” In between cries, I hear a belt and buckle ring out, a sound I am all too familiar with. “Please stop! You’re hurting me!” goes unheard. This dance among wolves ends in only one way—a matriarch full of anger, not calling her child by her own name but thinking somehow this child has transformed into her. This mother wolf, now fully transformed into her mother, demands to be called by her mother’s name. The roles transfixed, the dance begins; mother is now free to act out trauma from years past. Night after night, the drama plays out—a mother failing to realize her child is not her and she is not her mother—a wolf unnamed.
The cries of a mother’s love now lost are carried away with the wind. The dance now ends, leaving only the mother wolf unchanged. The child remains a child, sent to a new home with newfound motherly love. Old siblings remain, but there is hope that the dance with wolves cannot happen again as there are no remaining female children left to dance with wolves.
