“One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.” ~ A. A. Milne
“There’s something liberating about not pretending. Dare to embarrass yourself. Risk.” ~ Drew Barrymore
“A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them.” ~ William Stafford
I don’t know how many there were, but as I stepped out to the edge of the deck, as soon as the Moon cast her first light on my eyes, a grand chorus of coyotes emerged from the darkness. They were on both sides. The ones to my right sounded to be no more than a quarter mile away. To my left they were much closer. I have not heard a hearty round of Trickster music like that for many a month. Now, I haven’t been aware of the phase of the Moon for much too long. Somewhere in my internet perusal this morning I saw mention of the Full Moon, so I made note of that, and when the time came I remembered having taken note, and that is pretty much it as far as just how I came to be standing at deck’s edge, gazing at the Full Moon like a lover. This is a good one, too. The Veil between our physical world and the Other Side is thinner than usual. There’s no telling what might come through. That’s why the Coyote/Moon thing a while ago is so precious. It had a bit of a spiritual wallop to it. Separation from the energy tides of the natural world is one of the subtler symptoms, side-effects, whatever, of big-D depression. So, when I stepped up to see the Moon, Coyote gave me a swift kick in the ass, saying, “dude like where ya been?”. My relationship with the Trickster Coyote is fairly healthy. Some say that Coyote is not to be trusted, and carries a fair amount of menace as well. Yeh, whatever. I can’t see that that has much of anything to do with it. But Coyote sang as I first looked upon the Moon, the Mother, the Sister, the Crone. The Divine Feminine as she emerges from that grand light. I scanned the darkness, drinking in the sound. All is well, and then there is that one particular smile as well. Yeh, it’s a fantasy or dream or whatever, but that is not relevant to the good stuff, which is what that smile truly is.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.