Lola Loba: New Music for Steemit Coming Soon

Steemit!
This is our fun, Lola Loba.

For those who have seen, we have a great pal in a husky called Lola and have incorporated her into our name as a musicians.

My songs come from the air in an instance- all in that moment and used as a therapeutic riddle later to solve (try to) the inner workings of my thoughts, of the experiences gathered so far.

Excited to share the sound soon!

Please enjoy this tale of La Loba.

La Loba – The Wolf Woman

There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows but few have ever seen. As in the fairy tales of Eastern Europe, she seems to wait for lost or wandering people and seekers to come to her place.

They say she lives among the rotten granite slopes in Tarahumara Indian territory. They say she is buried outside Phoenix near a well. She is said to have been seen traveling south to Monte Alban in a burnt-out car with the back window shot out. She is said to stand by the highway near El Paso, or ride shotgun with truckers to Morelia, Mexico, or that she has been sighted walking to market above Oaxaca with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She is called by many names: La Huesera, Bone Woman; La Trapera, The Gatherer; and La Loba, Wolf Woman.

La Loba – The Wolf Woman – animation by reachire.
The superstitious call her soul stealer, claiming she weaves a dream catcher to snatch up those who would cross over and cage them in the light of her fire. The sole work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She is known to collect and preserve especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her specialty is said to be wolves.

Sierra Tarahumara, Mexico
In Mexico’s Sierra Madre Occidental, or Sierra Tarahumara, the indigenous Rarámuri (Tarahumara in Spanish) people tell legends of a giant rampaging through the scenery, causing the deep ravines with his heavy footfalls. It is also home to the Mexican gray wolf. Photo by Linda Garrison.

She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montañas, mountains, and arroyos, dry river beds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.

And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.