There’s a book entitled WOMEN WHO RUN WITH THE WOLVES: MYTHS AND STORIES OF THE WILD WOMAN ARCHETYPE, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. This article is not about that book. I mean, it kinda is, since I’m mentioning it. And since I mentioned it, I might as well offer a micro review. The book is more academic than might appeal to some of you; like, if you can read Joseph Campbell’s THE HERO WITH A THOUSAND FACES and find it engrossing (I confess that I do, despite its density of subject matter, and not just because of its links to STAR WARS), then you’ll probably dig WOMEN WHO RUN WITH THE WOLVES. Bear in mind, though, that it’s a psycho/sociological treatise, not a Horror novel.
No, this post concerns a woman LITERALLY running with the wolves. Or, to be more accurate, a woman DRIVING with wolves. Canadian Rhonda Miller was cruising along on Yellowknife Highway in Edzo, in the Northwest Territories, when she noticed a pair of black wolves racing along beside her. Naturally, as is to be expected in this day and age, she pulled out her cellphone and filmed the incident. While she admitted it frightened her, I would have been ecstatic. But then I am not a woman, am I? Would I have felt differently had I been female and had this experience? I don’t think so. Rather I think it’s safe to say that Ms. Miller—no relation to yours truly—is not one of those women who are described in the book by Ms. Estes. You get where I’m going with that?