Room 409: Wednesday Night
Blair cleared a spot in a corner of the room and sat, arranging candles around him. He wanted to do this in a more serene place, but around here…a corner of his dorm room seemed to be the most serenity he could find. He hadn’t meditated since the night when Pippi was attacked and he could feel the difference it was making in himself. He needed the release, the time to process and most importantly….he needed to know if the wolf, his spirit animal was okay.
Blair glanced over at Hank and smiled. “I think it’s too much to ask of you to get help if something goes wrong. Let’s just go with good vibes and hope nothing happens.” With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pushed away all the thoughts chasing through his brain.
After not meditating for several days, it was hard. The conversation with Dr. House, the hug from Ivanova, Parker’s bunny problems, all of his classes…all these images and memories kept swirling through his mind, each vying for attention. Blair pushed harder, concentrating on letting everything go and finally it quieted, the lights seemed to grow darker and the dorm room fell away until all Blair heard was the sounds of a jungle.
Blair opened his eyes to see the lush green vegetation that he remembered so well and he immediately began searching for his spirit animal, the young wolf. He wasn’t even sure how to do that, every other time he had visited this plane, the wolf was there when he was. Blair had never had to search out the small animal, never needed to look for it or call it to him.
How did he even try that? He thought hard, //Wolf?// and was surprised to hear the words echo across the clearing. He mentally bounced and tried again. //Um…here wolf, come here// Blair wasn’t sure how to think a whistle or even if wolves responded to that, so he continued thinking, somewhat sarcastically. //Come out little non-corporeal representation of my psyche//
A snarl off to the side of the clearing was the only warning before a large black cat jumped out into the clearing. It was a jaguar, not yet fully grown but large and feral looking. It prowled back and forth along the edge of the clearing, sniffing and snarling. A tiny yip from the jungle caused it to turn back and pad into the leaves. Blair watched intently as the jaguar padded back into the clearing…this time with a wolf at it’s side. Blair’s wolf.
Blair watched as the wolf and the cat walked next to each other. The wolf was smaller than the cat, but didn’t seem afraid; instead it was leaping forward and bounding about the cat as if it was playing. The happy yips and barks added to the feeling of peace between the two animals. As they reached the center of the clearing, the jaguar nuzzled the side of the wolf, against of spot of matted fur where Blair remembered the spear entering. The wound seemed to be healing and as the jaguar licked it carefully, the little wolf yipped and bounded up, running a quick circle around the cat. With a final lick, the jaguar padded back into the forest, an snarl echoing behind it.
The wolf whined briefly in the direction of the jungle, and Blair felt a pang of sadness deep inside. But it was only a few moments before the wolf started yipping happily and bounding around the clearing. Blair smiled and closed his eyes on the peaceful scene, opening them again to see his dorm room.
He blew out the candles and stood, stretching and then climbing into bed. He turned his plant to face him and sighed.
“I feel better Hank, and my spirit animal is pretty much healed. I wonder where that jaguar came from…and why my spirit animal was so comfortable around it.”
Blair drifted off to sleep, thoughts of wolves and jaguar’s in his head.
Blair glanced over at Hank and smiled. “I think it’s too much to ask of you to get help if something goes wrong. Let’s just go with good vibes and hope nothing happens.” With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pushed away all the thoughts chasing through his brain.
After not meditating for several days, it was hard. The conversation with Dr. House, the hug from Ivanova, Parker’s bunny problems, all of his classes…all these images and memories kept swirling through his mind, each vying for attention. Blair pushed harder, concentrating on letting everything go and finally it quieted, the lights seemed to grow darker and the dorm room fell away until all Blair heard was the sounds of a jungle.
Blair opened his eyes to see the lush green vegetation that he remembered so well and he immediately began searching for his spirit animal, the young wolf. He wasn’t even sure how to do that, every other time he had visited this plane, the wolf was there when he was. Blair had never had to search out the small animal, never needed to look for it or call it to him.
How did he even try that? He thought hard, //Wolf?// and was surprised to hear the words echo across the clearing. He mentally bounced and tried again. //Um…here wolf, come here// Blair wasn’t sure how to think a whistle or even if wolves responded to that, so he continued thinking, somewhat sarcastically. //Come out little non-corporeal representation of my psyche//
A snarl off to the side of the clearing was the only warning before a large black cat jumped out into the clearing. It was a jaguar, not yet fully grown but large and feral looking. It prowled back and forth along the edge of the clearing, sniffing and snarling. A tiny yip from the jungle caused it to turn back and pad into the leaves. Blair watched intently as the jaguar padded back into the clearing…this time with a wolf at it’s side. Blair’s wolf.
Blair watched as the wolf and the cat walked next to each other. The wolf was smaller than the cat, but didn’t seem afraid; instead it was leaping forward and bounding about the cat as if it was playing. The happy yips and barks added to the feeling of peace between the two animals. As they reached the center of the clearing, the jaguar nuzzled the side of the wolf, against of spot of matted fur where Blair remembered the spear entering. The wound seemed to be healing and as the jaguar licked it carefully, the little wolf yipped and bounded up, running a quick circle around the cat. With a final lick, the jaguar padded back into the forest, an snarl echoing behind it.
The wolf whined briefly in the direction of the jungle, and Blair felt a pang of sadness deep inside. But it was only a few moments before the wolf started yipping happily and bounding around the clearing. Blair smiled and closed his eyes on the peaceful scene, opening them again to see his dorm room.
He blew out the candles and stood, stretching and then climbing into bed. He turned his plant to face him and sighed.
“I feel better Hank, and my spirit animal is pretty much healed. I wonder where that jaguar came from…and why my spirit animal was so comfortable around it.”
Blair drifted off to sleep, thoughts of wolves and jaguar’s in his head.