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Tales from the mouth of a wolf

In 1995, biologists released fourteen wolves into Yellowstone National Park as a means of managing the critically high number of elk overgrazing within the reserve. It had been more than seventy years since wolves had resided in Yellowstone, and their reintroduction triggered an event known as a trophic cascade within the park’s ecosystem.

Through hunting, the wolves altered the feeding habits of the herds of elk, forcing them to avoid locations where they were easy prey. This divergence in grazing patterns allowed aspen and willow trees to regenerate, attracting bugs, which in turn lead to various bird species moving in. Shortly after the birds arrived, beavers returned to the area, building dams that provided shelter for otters and reptiles.

In addition to hunting elk, the wolves also killed off much of the coyote population, leading to an increase in the number of rabbits and mice who called Yellowstone home. This sudden surplus in rabbits and mice allowed the number of hawks, red foxes, and other species to flourish. The shift in the park’s ecological make up, and the reestablishment of balance between flora and fauna created a reduction in erosion, stabilizing riverbanks and channels. Because the rivers stayed more fixed in their course, the geography of the park was transformed forever.

Impressive, huh?

Depending on the literature you choose to read, the phenomenon brought about by the reintroduction of wolves in Yellowstone is either a feat of ecological genius on behalf of the biologists involved, or a bunch of fictitious bullshit that fails to consider circumstance and several other equally important occurrences that took place. Thankfully, I’m not trying to validate or disprove the legitimacy of claims that wolves saved Yellowstone National Park. I’m simply acknowledging that the premise that a wolf can be inserted into an ecosystem and redefine its geography appeals to me greatly.

It has been a few months since I posted. So it probably won’t be much of a surprise when I say that I have been struggling to write lately…

After more than five years of blogging I recently found myself feeling as though I had nothing left to say. On this page, I have spoken about love, heartbreak, family, health, suicide, and pretty much anything else that has impacted my life. I have picked fights, buried hatchets, offered advice, psychoanalysed myself, and become a test subject in my own emotionally fuelled experiments. But then around the time that 2017 took its final bow and allowed its name to be written into the history books, I had a crisis of confidence and found myself spending the next few months staring at a blank page without the faintest idea as to what I wanted to produce next.

I hate writer’s block. It’s the worst. When you are so in love with a creative action or process, there are few greater travesties than finding yourself at war with your own lack of imagination. When I don’t write, I become frustrated. When I become frustrated, I start to panic; and if I can’t find a way to break my creative blockage, that panic causes my mind to tear itself apart.

In early January my creative frustrations boiled over and I had a panic attack for the first time in almost three years. It was a horrible experience. My pulse spiked, my hands turned clammy, and a void opened inside the pit of my stomach, swallowing my confidence and ability to create. It wasn’t hard to understand what prompted my meltdown either. Eighteen months prior to the episode I had started writing a manuscript to heal from a broken heart. After unsuccessfully pleading with the universe to give me one final chance with a woman that I had once believed that I would marry, I turned to writing a love story so that I could know what it felt like to experience a happy ending.

I spent almost two years hiding myself from the world, using my dedication to a manuscript that often tore open the wounds it was intended to heal as a reason for not pursing a fresh start. But after the book had received its structural edit in December/January, I started making a few minor revisions as my mind began to ponder its next create endeavour. Until that moment, I hadn’t considered that one day the novel would be complete, and that when it was it would no longer be a shield to hide my vulnerabilities, but a detailed account of a man struggling to come to terms with his reality.

So, I stalled. I started distracting myself, searching for reasons not to move on. I began to edit scenes that I had already finalised, and convinced myself that my urge to write or blog had faded. When I did, I became frustrated, lost sight of why I started writing in the first place, and started having panic attacks.

Then, a few days ago a reader sent me an email and asked why I had spent so much of 2017 writing about love…

Well, kind of. The correspondence started out by asking questions about my compulsions to create, before quickly becoming a fusillade of insults that insinuated that I was a homosexual and a pathetic excuse of a man for exploring my emotions. It’s not the first time that I have received emails like this from a reader, and I doubt that it’ll be the last. If I am to be totally honest, over the course of my writing career I have come to appreciate my detractors. In a world that often celebrates mediocrity, to know that you have pushed someone so far beyond their comfort zone that they feel the need to tear you down or disparage your work is one of the greatest rewards that a writer can experience. It means that you have hit a nerve, stood up for something, or opened an individual’s mind to the possibility that there are ideas and beliefs that run incongruous to their own.

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Which is why I often include the death threats, slurs, and counter articles I have been subjected to as some of my proudest achievements as an author. Despite being a heterosexual male, I take great pride in being the victim of a homophobic slur from someone so socially and intellectually inept that they see an individual’s sexual orientation as a valid reason to vilify or disparage. I would rather that someone incorrectly assume that I am gay than be a closed minded piece of shit who is so inadequate with themselves that they hide behind their keyboard and spread messages of hate.

You’re probably wondering what writer’s block and a misdirected homophobic slur have to do with Yellowstone National Park…

To the average person; there is no correlation. Creative frustrations have absolutely nothing to do with sexuality or wolves roaming a reserve. But to a writer searching to rediscover his creative confidence, the three can easily become intertwined.

I started blogging in 2012 because my cognitive ecosystem was dying. Anxiety, depression and suicidal thoughts had overgrazed on my psyche, causing erosion and inhibiting new growth. But when I reintroduced positivity and creative thought into my head and allowed them to feed upon my own insecurities and self-loathing, my internal landscape began to change. Although I never used the specific insult that the reader who inspired this article did, I did used to say some truly horrible things to myself, and the wolves that I unleashed inside my brain gorged upon these anxieties and allowed new saplings of hope to grow.

Changing my mindset hasn’t been an easy process. The heartache that I forced myself to repeatedly relive whilst writing my most recent manuscript is proof of that. There were days when it hurt so fucking much to force myself to write about love because I truly believed that all hope was lost. But through allowing the wolves of change to run rampant inside my head, I have overcome so much that I don’t even recognise my own voice when I glance back at my earlier work. Sure, I still have days where the world seems a little darker than it did the day before, and the scars of a failed romance will always mark my skin. But for the most part I am happy.

When I think back to the end of 2017 I realise that my fear of moving on from a manuscript that quite literally saved my life had nothing to do with a need or desire to continue hiding from the world. I have healed, and I’m in a far better place than I have ever been. Instead, my panic arose because the conclusion of my manuscript, which now only needs a final proof read to be completely finished, meant that the reconstitution of a mind torn apart by self-loathing was almost complete, and I hadn’t yet figured out where I was heading next.

Which brings me to the point of this awfully long post…

Long before I had ever heard the tale of Yellowstone National Park, I had fallen in love with wolves. To me, the wolf has always been a symbol of loyalty, courage and strength. It is something that I have drawn wisdom from during my lower moments, and a symbol that I will continue to strive towards in the future. When I learned the story of how a pack of fourteen wolves supposedly altered Yellowstone’s geography, and saw the similarities with the shift I had undertaken within myself, I found a new purpose; one that reignited my creativity and ultimately stopped me from responding to the detractor noted above with more vulgarity.

There are things within our culture that I hate, and beliefs that I disagree with. I hate that people often still struggle to openly discuss mental health. I hate that a child can feel as though she is an outcast; that suicide rates continue to spiral out of control; and that because our society excuses intolerance and bigotry, some dickhead feels justified in his attempts to belittle a stranger through their blog.

So, I want to change them. I want to continue to evolve and embrace the idea that a wolf can alter an ecosystem, and I want to change the world.

It has been years since I have sat down to write with the intention of producing a bestseller. These days whenever I open up my computer or pick up a pen, I ask myself what I can do as an individual to create a lasting impression on the world, and on my reader as an individual. I aim to create pieces that inspire, expand minds, and that celebrate our vulnerabilities and idiosyncrasies. By doing so, I truly believe that I can create a change in the mindset of my audience that will ultimately contribute to the reconstitution of our society.

It sounds like an unachievable goal, and I’ve often told myself that it would be probably be easier to aim towards producing a bestseller. But nothing worth doing is ever easy, and I’m too damn arrogant to back down from a challenge. If fourteen wolves can theoretically alter the geography of a reserve, and a writer can reshape his own psyche and overcome anxiety and depression; surely he can inspire someone else to embrace the wolves within their mind and reshape their own cognitive ecosystem, creating a more positive world in the process.

112 thoughts on “Fourteen Wolves

  1. Holy mackerel Chris, you have a lot of female followers and readers…I should write more.
    Okay, the wolf thing is cool and all, but it was originally to separate two distinct breeding pairs, allowing for the ones shipped to Yellowstone to survive.
    And did they! By 2003 there were 150 of them. So many that some ventured over the hill into Pinedale WY, where there is now 1800 of the darn things…talk about limiting ELK meat.
    So that took the count down to about 104 at the start the 2014 year, and they are back to 528 at last count.

    But no one is counting them anymore Chris, and Yellowstone is completely closed to public visitation, as geysers are exploding daily. I had been there many times as an adolescent with my parents, and it is customary to have a geyser go off every day…but not 16 simultaneously. One day last month there were 56 of them, and this month a hole opened up that is half the size of a football field. I’m pretty sure the wolves are running for their lives, as should we be.
    When Sandy divorced me in 1998 after 7 years of what I thought was a perfect marriage I was devastated…depressed, and in constant agony. I know your pain. But it was her psychosis that makes her rotate men every 5 years…and she still calls me every time that hour comes around.

    Then I met Karen on Valentines day 2006, and the woman who had been in my dreams all of my life was now within my reach. I had never known this much happiness and bliss, until she died in 2009. I lost my mind literally. My business, my home, my car, and became homeless. After 7 years now I am not as broken as I was back then, because Science never lies. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. For as high as we can soar, so must the depths of our despair be.
    I’m pretty sure you’re going to be just fine, because that’s what we do…we survive. Suicide is too easy, and besides, not many of us are going to make it through the next few cataclysmic events anyway.
    I post a page at a time, because that’s how I read…a page at a time. So some postings which are greatly lengthened because the mind won’t quit spewing words, sometimes do not make it to my reading list. It’s certainly isn’t your writing style, as you are masterful with your words, and your thoughts are quite clear. But if they are going to run a bit long, I set them aside for when I can concentrate on your post more fairly.

    I could still stick another 100 words in here to have a page, but heck, this is a comment, not a post. Good night and good luck. And thanks for the like on one of my posts. I will search back to visit your site as time permits. Rock on.

    1. Seriously the park is closed? … I mean that was beautiful all that other shit you said…. But seriously. I live in the american southwest. I used to have dreams as a child where this guy who looked like the silver surfer sat in the sky and we talked. Maybe it wasnt a dream i dont know. I do know that he told me about some things i would see happen in my life time… And if they have closed dowm the park for real… Please if you live near it RUN! Iam in arizona and i am nervous now… So please just go. I know it isnt that easy but listen to me it can be. Fill up the tank in your car or truck drive till you run out of money… It is better then what is coming when that volcano blows.

      1. It is not guaranteed to blow in the manner of St Helen’s, or the three that are spewing lava right now as we speak. Because it is a caldera type, meaning a hundred mile spread underground, encompassing half of Idaho and Wyoming. It is too hot in AZ for me, I’d melt there too. And if the ash cloud rolls this way, my intention is to grab my guitar and head straight for, perhaps playing some Willie Dixon or Robert Johnson, cause it would be death in a mille-second.

      2. Well im just saying that i had those dreams before i was 10. Im 34 now. So far 4 things i saw in the dream happened. An earch quake in chine like in the 90s i think. Fukushima. New York being blanketed in ash. And people falling out of ash cloud. And New Orleans… things that havent happened yet… An earth quake rips a big trench ocean water rushed in the crack…. Like enough that beaches run dry im some places… Then right after th at a volcano eplodes and takes the guts if the US off the map…
        And while those things may never happen….. If they do i am just goin g to head south. I figure it would end up being a global event. So i am going south till i find a pyramid. Set up there and rule with an iron fist…. If it is good enough for the Aztecs it is good enough for me lol

    2. You know I love it when I see people supporting each other. People and their stories are slowly becoming my life. And it helps to know that I’m not the only one to have loved and lost.

  2. glennhr says:

    I was half asleep when I started reading your post and my mind was hazily trying to make the link with the story about wolves and what followed when bam! There are so many things I lied about this post and I will read it again so I can properly call them out! More important than liking it for me is that it resonated in me. So many different aspects made me gasp aloud in recognition. Other parts I was nodding away wanting to shout Preach! Thank you so much for liking my post so I could be directed to yours and never stop writing!

  3. sarahtinsley says:

    What a great post. It definitely chimes with why I want to write. The idea that the words you produce will somehow make a difference to someone, anyone, and the impact that will have is so important. And look at you, with your following, you’re already doing it! Impressed that you’re still fighting it out after such a tough time. Keep writing.

  4. crisn says:

    The time you stall yourself and eventually quit is the time you prove your detractors right. There would always be people who will hate your writing style but reading two of your posts later it wouldn’t be me. You write better than some authors on Amazon Kindle. Keep the spirit up, be the wolf that you are.

  5. Mr Nothing says:

    Indeed, Chris, your words resonate, reverberate, rebound, echo and spread in my soul too.

    The dark-days and the sun-days have expanded my inner world to an extent that when a void moves in I think it will never clear.
    A conclusion I too have reached in my six decades is in the second part of tiostib’s comment: ‘I trust you will find happiness and fulfilment, although the forms will likely surprise you.

    Our vivid, creative imagination can still be surprised by what life dishes up even if it is not what we had in mind.

    I cannot say that focusing wholeheartedly to achieve and obtain something is wrong, however, I can say that this pursuit (and stubbornness) has on more than one occasion made me blind and deaf to far better options that I simply shut out in my ‘unawareness’ towards everything else.

    We can only use what we have and at this moment we have the ability to write.

    When writing pairs with the depth of the writer’s soul then it becomes expressive.

    Your writing is impressive in its expressiveness.

    Great appreciation also for your visits to

    1. Linda says:

      I’m sorry that your feeling all of that. Wolves are beautiful and majestic creatures. Doesn’t Yellowstone have a supervolcano?

  6. Getting over is so hard. Life is so damn hard. Way to get back on the horse. Great post.

  7. I’ve found that the best writing usually stems from moments of anxiety and depression…the words we put down help us crawl back out of our holes. And your words do matter…even if they matter to only one person who reads them, that’s one person who’s been touched.

    1. Couldn’t agree more. I once wrote..
      The ink on the paper, is my solace

      I write when I cannot talk

      I write when there is no one to turn to

      I write when I cannot cry

      The ink on the paper is my solace.

      I write when my world is empty

      The words on the paper rise up to meet me

      The words on the paper hug me and hold me

      The words on the paper keep me company

      The ink on the paper, is a world away from another world

      The ink on the paper is my solace

      1. Beautiful words, from a beautiful heart…

  8. matt says:

    I love the idea of being insulted as the result of pushing somewhere out of their comfort zone as a rewarding experience. I’ve never thought about it like that, but it reminds me of the poet Robert Wrigley, who once talked with me about the fact there being the writer that everyone likes would be the worst thing in the world. Pushing people out of their comfort zone is a huge part of the process, thank you for sharing your thoughts and story, man!

  9. Sue Das says:

    I don’t normally read posts as long as this one. You kept me interested until the end. I’d love to hear more about “the wolves” you released into your own mind that got things back on track. I relate to your wanting to influence and change the world. Don’t give up writing.

  10. kalanleitch says:

    This reminds me of the cane toads in North Queensland, released to devour an insect but destined to become a much greater ecological threat. “She swallowed a spider to catch the fly…”

  11. Jackson says:

    Wonderful writing, sir. Superb insights that are so well knit together. Before I was diagnosed (and eventually cured of) cancer I often thought of suicide. But once Death knocks on your door and you catch a whiff of his halitosis, you are cured of such ideas. From there you become a wolf thinking thoughts only of what might be, not of the pains of the past. Ditto on lost love: you will never forget but you will also remember the good, and in time, heal. Time is the key.

    By all means keep writing. You have a talent, but talent alone is not enough. Shape it, hone it, polish it.


  12. Aviva Basin says:

    I always but always loved wolves, they are just so sexy

  13. anne leueen says:

    I have been drawn to the success story of the re-introducing wolves to Yellowstone since I first heard of it. It is a wonderful example of balance and survival. I am saddened to know you have been on the receiving end of cyber bullying and hatred. I just cannot understand why people do this. They must be very sad and insecure in their own lives. I find writing for my blog a cathartic experience. I do not consider myself to be a writer however. This week has been very difficult as my horse has been ill and in the University large animal hospital. He is on the mend now but it has been a huge stress for me as he is such a large part of my life. I found that on one of the most difficult days I came home and sat down and wrote a blog post about driving home from Florida last weekend. It did me the world of good to write that post. It took my mind off my horse and gave me a sense of purpose that was something other than waiting for the phone to ring from the hospital to tell me he had taken a turn for the worse. He did not and is able to come home tomorrow. Thank you for this honest post. And keep on writing!

  14. katiegirl06460 says:

    Clearly you have gotten through your writers block. I think we have all had it. I loved the story about the wolves. Best wishes on your continuing adventures..

  15. Ceelah Joy says:

    This is the first post of yours that I’ve read and as soon as I can figure out how to follow you, I’m following you. It sucks that you receive shitty emails from people who have nothing better to do than insult you for writing but I think it’s great how you take those insults as a positive thing to keep writing and to keep working because your right – if someone is willing to go out of there way to attack you then yeah, maybe you are doing the right thing broadening minds and altering landscapes etc. 😀 anyways this is longer than I intended but you’re dope as far as I’m concerned hehe cheers!

  16. Many, many people have used writing to get themselves out of a hole with good reason. When I was first in the process of getting divorced I could not sleep till I journalled my feelings out each night. Recently (the last few years) as I cared for my mother through to her death, writing and writing groups kept me sane and interested in other people. It has helped me in the last 16 months also. I love being able to sit down and write my books or get the next blog post up and done. My brain is used creatively, I hope I help others also trying to write and when I see more people checking out my blog I am ecstatic. So keep writing. You write good. Forget the detractors as they aren’t out there putting themselves on the line except with their daft trolling. I was caught in the trap of one until I asked him what positive thing he was doing for others in the world and he just disappeared off the feed.

  17. It’s a truth that animals have more humanity than mankind. It is really so sad that in the 21st century people still feel validated by calling out the sexual orientations of others – does it really matter to anyone else who you sleep with? (And then your detractors even get it wrong :D)
    I loved this wolf article – your approach to the world love and humanity puts me in mind of another like-minded blogger, whose link I leave here, and who also has had his share of the socially inept to deal with! Tell him I said hi.

  18. peaceweaveruk says:

    Having only just now discovered this blog post, I want to say how thrilling, awesome, honest and beautiful I found it. Most people don’t get wolves – real, mythical or spiritual. They are more than essential to our well-being. Thank you for what you wrote. I feel inspired to expand my thoughts in response through my own blog.

  19. I am so glad that you are who you are. Love saves lives and throwing hate and accusations at others through email or social media is not a way to love. Thank you for responding the way you did and may you keep at the journey toward more creative endeavors.

  20. ellie894 says:

    Beautifully written as always Chris and somehow it was just what I needed to read today. On WordPress I’ve had some unwanted attention and it has wreaked havoc on my writing. I have been second guessing all my words. That, I don’t like. I’m working on it one day at a time. I write because I just love to write and I hope that it will encourage or lighten the heart of someone somewhere. Take care, suzanne

  21. Milind says:

    Writer’s block,a misdirected homophobic slur, wolves, Yellowstone National Park…that was a roller coaster, liked it.

  22. SoundFlyer says:

    if you only learn one thing every day
    it means you have to review your entire life in a new light
    as you get older, you learn more and life gets longer
    it’s a recursive spiegel im spiegel, no respite
    but 14 wolves keeps the Black Dog at bay
    i’d say

  23. miaross514 says:

    I am rather curious how you found your way into the psyche of my brain and we’ve never met. You have managed to eloquently materialize what I have been thinking and feeling for the last two years. I believe we all have 2 wolves within us – the one that emerges victorious is the one we feed. Nice to meet you, Chris.

  24. My heart. You are an amazing person.

  25. thankyou for that. i like your style, your feeling.

  26. oftheicebox says:

    Writing can be a clutch keeping you from life outside your own mind but writers all know that life is worse without it. Which is just to say that while I’m coming to this late, I hope you’re still blogging and writing and the anxiety is at bay.

  27. Ngao Vang says:

    “This dualism; the constant movements between feeling worthless and being virtually fearless in my creative endeavors and self will undoubtedly continue for as long as I shall live.” I love this sentence. I too feel like you here and there. There are moments where I feel like I can conquer the world yet there those where I just want to hide and escape from everything.

  28. Your post moved me through so many of your emotions that have mirrored my own. Beauty, pain, hope, courage and strength to share your vulnerabilities scream from the page. Life however dark or shining with brilliance are the very experiences and for you to share with us your audience lends such authenticity to the world. Thank you.

  29. Giti says:

    writing poems about wolves gave me the courage to write poetry in the first place, and next, to put it out there for other people to read 🙂

  30. Thank you for writing and caring enough about your own mental health to share your journey with others. And thank you for liking my post.

  31. Gorgeous thoughts.

  32. That was beautifully moving.

  33. kenstewart says:


    I came here because you liked one of my posts. I enjoyed this one very much, though like philipbrockman, I have a hard time completing the reading of a longer post. I did read this one and the first 2 comments. Fascinating stories!

    I’ve had to deal with thoughts of suicide my whole live, since my father killed himself when I was 3.5 and he was 27. He put a .22 rifle to his forehead at 6;45 in the morning after telling my mom to get up and fix breakfast. Cooking bacon, she heard a pop and thought it was the bacon. When she went back in, she saw him bleeding from his nose but the rifle was under the covers. She bent down to check and found the horrible truth. He had used a hollow point bullet, and though still alive, obviously didn’t make it. He had 3 bullets under the pillow, which may have been for her, me and my 2-year-old sister.

    I am now 65, almost 66, but I can distinctly remember the relief at reaching 28, and then 55 (a year longer than 2 x 27). I understand the temptation to suicide well. I kind of tried when I was 19, and had to go see a shrink for a bit (not for that attempt but for threatening an old girlfriend and her new boyfriend that same evening–the college made me do it to “cover their assets.”

    If you read more on my posts, you’ll see that I’ve been married 2x (1st wife died, like philipbrockman’s) and I’m coming on 19 with this one. I recently started seeing another psychotherapist because I have deep-seated anger issues that cause me to erupt, and wanted to get a handle on them. In the first session he diagnosed me with hypomania, a mild form of bipolar (used to be manic-depressive). At first I was elated, until I realized I am essentially bipolar. Then I hit the depressive state. I told my step-daughter (who has been going to his wife for about 6 months) that I felt like I had suddenly been told I had my leg cut off mid-shin (as my brother-in-law has had done because of diabetes complications) and now was trying to figure out how to walk, when I had had no trouble before (or thought I hadn’t–not sure others felt that way ).

    One book he recommended is TOUCHED WITH FIRE: MANIC-DEPRESSIVE ILLNESS AND THE ARTISTIC TEMPERAMENT by Kay Redfield Jamison. Haven’t started it yet, but looking forward to it. I try to read 50-100 books a year.

    I had a thought about writing a novel from the perspective of a father who had his back broken from his 4- or 5-year-old son jumping on him while lying on his face, and becoming paraplegic (as my first wife was from age 2–broken spine, unable to walk–but we were able to have 2 kids who are very successful and 3 granddaughters by them–she got to see the 1st for 3 years before dying). The story line would deal not only with learning to live with a disability but with the latent anger at the son–and the son’s learning to deal with the unintended guilt which could ruin his life. You’re welcome to the idea–I can’t find focus to write it, but would be happy to co-write it with you if that interests you. I’m at the point in my life where I want to focus on the things that bring me joy, and right now, getting a book into print is not on that list .

    Let’s get a conversation going, maybe even on the phone or by Skype or Google Hangout if you’re interested..

    And if a friendship develops, I’ll share a story or two of your choice (with my approval) on my blog, if that helps you get where you’re going. I almost clicked to share this one on wolves….

    Blessings. You’re a very interesting person!


  34. MOMENTS says:

    Lovely post with the wolves’ metaphor. Inspiring and full of strength to continue your life path and anyone else’s. Yes, there is always hope for a positive change.

  35. MOMENTS says:

    I don’t know what happened. Again these typing mistakes on my comment. I apologise for any technical failure. Or perhaps this is the way your blog works when comments await moderation?

  36. achildof says:

    Fantastic read. My morning cup of coffee became cold and forgotten I was so engrossed in your post.

  37. weechewie says:

    Gorgeous. Much love to you, Chris.

  38. Anton Kossmann says:

    Great blog Chris! 🙂 Change the world, one follower at a time!

  39. mchotstuff says:

    What I will take from this is: Be a wolf writer. If you think you don’t have anything to write about, remember you’re a wolf and you can change the writing ecosystem. Insert your thoughts and feelings into these pages and you will change someones life.
    The wolves had no idea they were doing anything to help other creatures. They just did their thing. And so do you as a writer. You write, you don’t think you change anything, but you do. You reach people you don’t even know you could reach.
    So keep roaming, and change the literary ecosystem as you see fit.

  40. Lindi Roze says:

    Love that story of the 14 wolves. Its been around along time and each time I see it, I enjoy reading it but never connected it as you did. Beautiful. Yes I can see how it also speaks of a sort of “spiritual” rebirth of creativity and peacefulness. Glad you’ve come back to blogging. You’ve been an inspiration as the facts of life have also dampened my creativity as I struggle before my computer. Thanks for sharing. All the best

  41. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for being a part of the few who see a truly broken world and honest wish to change it!

  42. Lisa J says:

    This is an incredible post. Thank you for sharing.

  43. You’re so honest and that’s so inspiring.

  44. Mags says:

    Wow 😲 This piece covers all emotions in one way or the other. Who ever said being determined and a whole lot “pissed” can’t create a blog post. “Well” they need to read what you wrote. Well done. “I applaud you.”

  45. Marisa D. says:

    Beautiful and inspiring. I’ve been reading blogs that talk about keeping your posts short, but this was captivating. When you have something to say there shouldn’t be a limit.

  46. Alex says:

    Great blog ! also , i like very much the article about wolfes . i believe saw something about the yellowstone wolfes on national geografic but again , great blog ! Congratulations and than you for the like ! i apreciate is very much !

  47. NJ says:

    That was amazing… “When I become frustrated, I start to panic; and if I can’t find a way to break my creative blockage, that panic causes my mind to tear itself apart.” story of every writer’s life.
    And the wolf story was just WOW!! what a change a small change brought about…

  48. Sand says:

    ❤ ❤ ❤

  49. This phenomena of re-introducing an apex predator into a native ecological system being beneficial is also evident with the Dingo in Australia. The Dingo kills lower invasive species that destroy fauna and wildlife. Through proper livestock management and security procedures their detrimental impact can be mitigated. Overall the benefits to the natural habitat far outweighs the loss to commercial endeavors, farmers, etc.

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