Hello and welcome.
My name is Lee Anderson.
This is a guided journey under a full moon.
It's from my soft wild edition.
It's called running with the wolves.
So tonight,
You'd like to run.
Not from anything,
But towards something.
A memory,
A truth,
A wildness that still lives in your bones.
Maybe you felt it stirring lately,
That soft pull,
That whisper in your chest saying,
There's more to you than all this.
This isn't a meditation where we try to be perfect.
There's no pressure here to transcend your humanness or sit like a statue.
This is a space to soften,
To reconnect,
To be the wild child with a heart of gold that you've always been.
So find a comfortable place,
Wrap yourself in a blanket,
Lean into the couch,
Lie down under the stars if you want.
Close your eyes and let the remembering begin.
So we can start by bringing your awareness to your body.
Notice the way it rests,
The way it breathes.
Feel the weight of you being here on the earth and let your shoulders rest back.
Loosen and let go of your jaw.
You don't need to prove anything here.
Soften your belly.
Now take a breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Again,
A little slower.
Like the kind of sigh you didn't know you were holding in.
And with each breath,
Feel yourself arriving,
Not into a fantasy,
But into your own presence,
The real you,
The soft,
Strong,
Slightly wild version.
Let the outside world melt away.
Let the forest grow up around you.
And let the night settle in your bones.
You're lying in bed and it's late,
But your spirit is awake.
Something's calling.
You can feel it in your chest like a drumbeat under your ribs.
You slip out of bed,
Quiet and curious.
And at the window,
You see the moon,
Full,
Bright,
As if it's been waiting for you.
And there,
Just beyond the trees,
Movement.
A pack of wolves step into the clearing,
Not threatening,
Just powerful,
Graceful,
Whole.
And one steps forward.
Its golden eyes meet yours,
Not demanding,
Just inviting.
Come run with us.
You don't need to speak.
You know,
You're ready.
You step out of the door,
Barefoot,
Unafraid.
They greet you like kin,
Brushing past you,
Brushing against your soul.
You've never felt so welcomed,
So seen,
So alive.
You move with them now.
At first,
It's slow and careful.
But then,
Your feet catch the rhythm.
Your breath steadies.
Your heart opens.
And you run.
Not to escape,
Not to compete,
But to feel,
To remember.
The wind rushes past your face.
The forest blurs around you.
The wolves run with effortless grace.
And so do you.
You're not behind.
You're not chasing.
You belong.
You leap over a fallen log,
Laughter caught in your throat.
Branches swipe the air like they're cheering you on.
And the moon guides your way,
Watching,
A soft spotlight on your soul.
And inside,
Something clicks into place,
That spark in your chest.
That's freedom.
That's joy.
That's you.
Untamed,
Unfiltered,
Enough.
Eventually,
The pace slows.
The forest opens and you arrive at a quiet lake.
The surface is still,
And the moon hovers above,
Mirrored in the water.
The wolves approach and begin to drink.
You follow them to the edge,
And there you see your reflection.
Not just your face,
But your truth.
You see the weight you've been carrying,
The masks,
The old stories.
And gently,
Without force,
You start to let them go.
Letting go the guilt.
Letting go the not enough.
Letting go the pretending.
Into the lake they go.
You don't need to know how it works,
Just that it does.
You're allowed to be light again.
You dip your fingers into the water,
A ripple,
A release,
And what comes back?
A version of you that feels more like home.
The wolves begin to move,
Slowly,
Purposefully,
And so do you.
The alpha stays close,
Brushing beside you like a promise.
You don't need words.
The knowing is enough.
As you walk back toward your world,
The one with dishes and deadlines and dreams,
Something inside has shifted.
You carry a new kind of strength,
Or maybe an old one,
Finally remembered.
You are not less wild because you live in a house.
You are not less free because you love deeply.
You are more because of it.
The wolves linger at the edge,
Watching,
Not guarding,
Just loving,
Just knowing.
You cross the threshold and you take the wild with you.
Gently coming back into your body now,
Back into your breath.
Feeling your chest rise and fall,
Feel the earth beneath you,
And feel that quiet hum of your own presence.
Place a hand on your heart,
Or maybe both,
And you can whisper softly,
Or just feel it inside,
I am home.
And take a breath now for your strength,
And a breath for your softness,
And take a breath for this version of you,
The one you're still becoming.
And when the world gets noisy again,
When you forget,
When you doubt,
When you feel like you're losing your way,
Just close your eyes,
Tilt your head to the sky,
And listen.
The wolves are still running,
And you're always welcome to run with them.
