I Always Had an Attraction for Wolves
- marinalezos
- Aug 18
- 2 min read
Ever since I can remember, I’ve felt a deep attraction to wolves. Not in the way one might admire a beautiful animal, but something more emotional. It’s as if, in another time, another place, perhaps another life, I might have run alongside them. This attraction toward wolves has stayed with me throughout my life, and as I’ve grown spiritually, I’ve come to see that this connection is not random. It is symbolic.
I always regarded the wolf to be a highly intelligent animal and in many indigenous and spiritual traditions, the wolf is seen as a powerful spirit animal, as they represent freedom and loyalty. The wolf doesn't ask for permission to be what it is. They are both wild and wise and deeply connected to their pack but also untamed, and capable of standing alone. I’ve come to understand that my attraction to wolves is a call to embody these same qualities, a connection that doesn’t suffocate, and wisdom born of quiet observation.
There have been times in my life when I felt like a lone wolf, since I have also lived as one for years, walking a spiritual path that others didn’t understand. And yet, in those moments of solitude, I never felt alone. It was as though some presence walked beside me.
Wolves sense before they see, and they act from instinct that has been passed down by generations of survival and trust in the unseen. Just like the wolves, in my own life, I’ve noticed how my attraction to wolves helps my growing trust in my inner voice and the gut feelings that guide me when my vision is blurred. The more I’ve listened to that inner voice, the stronger it’s become.
Wolves teach us to be in harmony with our true nature. To live in rhythm with the earth. To speak less but listen more. To protect what is sacred. And to walk our path, whether we are seen or not.
"I always had an attraction for wolves," I once said casually. Now I see it was never casual at all. It was a spiritual push leading me deeper into who I am. The wolf was never outside of me. It was within me, waiting to be remembered.




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