Your muscles recall waiting for the sun to warm your reptilian body before you could move, and your nerves are familiar with the giddy feeling of taking flight from the highest crest. A shared genetic memory lies just below the conscious surface, a protoplasmic record and engram, intimate knowledge of survival and bliss. No matter where you are, you, too, live in a land of totems. Fate stalks you in dim alleyways, while familiar spirits arm you from within. Elk hooves reverberate in heaving strata, well below the asphalt and the maze of gas and power lines.
Expectant seeds shoulder their temporary concrete burden, patiently awaiting the return of sunlight.
Birds sing of presence, celebration, and hope, and outlaw dandelions poke their smiling faces up through the cracks in the sidewalk at our feet. Wolf is available for limited university and conference appearances.