Coyote messengers

This morning I realized that my coyote has been sleeping under my window.

When I walked outside with bed head and bare feet, he did a little dance for me, and eye gazed for a while as the sun rose around us, illuminating everything.

I am humbled and grateful for the protection and guidance.

Coyote is coming through at the perfect time. There is so much coming to the surface that I don’t want to look at - things I’d rather keep hidden or stuffed deep down inside.

Coyote reminds me of the power of eclipses, tenebrism, and the relationship between light and dark.

But mostly, that everything that has happened or is happening is simply the next right thing. It is a good reminder for someone like me who wakes up feeling invisible, out of place, and bracing for impact.

The light and dark within us have a long-term, monogamous relationship that we can never get between. They have learned to balance, coexist, reconcile, and use each other's best and worst qualities for the purpose of illumination.

Maybe my coyote is here to remind me that the illumination, surrender, and changes won’t kill me.

Maybe I am overdue for the transformation.

(The patient endurance of the uncreate)

My sunrise eye gaze with Coyote brought up a question:

With whom, what, or where in your own life is there a love affair of obscurity-tangled shadows and illuminations casting contrasts of light and dark, highlighting edges you weren’t aware of, paths you previously hadn’t considered, or bringing forth three dimensions from within you where you once only saw two?

And what are you going to do about it?

Grateful for grandmother messengers.