An Algonquin legend describes the wendigo as a “giant with a heart of ice. Sometimes it was thought to be entirely made of ice. Its body is skeletal and deformed, with missing lips and toes.”
The Algonquin people claimed that during the early part of the 20th century, a significant number of people went mysteriously missing. The tribes attributed these disappearances to the wendigo, calling it the “spirit of lonely places.”

There was a walking meditation I had done, with Marianne and a small group of people, in which we were blindfolded and asked to walk around the room. When we encountered another person, we were encouraged to explore their physical presence, while being mindful of inappropriate touching, and to tune into spaces in the room that might feel lonely, overlooked or neglected.
What lonely spaces are calling to you, was what the woman leading the meditation had said.
I remember being drawn to a particular corner, where I stayed, in a kneeling position, for what felt like a very long time.