Coyote, seasons, and cycles

A small coyote followed me on my walk today. He danced all around me, weaving in and out of bushes, and brought me right up to my doorstep.

My grandmother always sends me animal messengers exactly when I need them the most.

This one felt like an invitation to step back into the cycle of life.

I am thankful for the medicine and the reminder.

Almost a year ago, on the first night of this challenging cycle, a coyote pack circled up under my window to howl, yip, and bark.

The medicine that night was that everything is happening right on time, that the world has a beating heart that does not need things to go according to my plan in order to keep things flowing, and most importantly, that I have exactly what I need even when I feel that everything has been taken away from me. I belong here when I have everything, and I still belong here when I feel that I have nothing or I am nothing.

Coyote lessons.

Grandmother wisdom.

“And the next thing I know
That coyote's at my door
He pins me in a corner, and he won't take no
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow”

- Joni Mitchell