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Coyote Moon, Desert Trickster

12th November, 2015

Sipping the ceremonial tea through my cracked lips, I quench my thirst.

The bitter taste sweetened by honey.

Surveying the landscape through squinted eyes, I pinpoint our route among the shattered desert rocks. The sun is bright but the day is cold.

Our company of three, head towards the maze of rocks, guided by intuition.  Buddy behind me and my love at the rear.   

Shallow dry creek beds wind their way through the plains as tumbleweeds drift across our path.  Joshua trees whimsically paint the horizon, as a melody is heard from behind. My love, has started singing.

The wind of insight blows in as we continue to stride along the unmarked path. “Everything is an offering to Itself” I whisper, as the bushes appear to be bowing to the ground. “Unique expressions of the Divine in all.”

My stomach churns as the medicine activates. Coyotes are near, I can feel their energy. I want to run in a pack and howl to the sun.

Buddy and I rush towards a rocky point, that marks the entrance to a canyon. A 40ft cliff standing guard.

   We look at each other and look at the rock. “Reckon it’ll go?”

Buddy puts his climbing shoes on and hands me mine. I look for my love who is happily singing to the plants, immersed in musical therapy and inspiration. “Okay, lets check it out!”

At the base, the rock is steep and overhanging but has huge hand holds leading out to the apex about 30ft up in space…so tempting.

I climb a little to scope out the route and gauge the committing move, a part where you throw your leg above your head and pull yourself over the top.

Back on the ground we “umm” and “err” but the decision has already been made.

Deep breath, Lets do this.

Buddy goes first and pauses on the overhang…my arms out below, in case I have to catch him. Pretty soon he pulls over the top, running to the summit. My turn.

I take a breath with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. We all climb mountains, inwardly and outwardly, you have the power, take courage.

Go. Feet scraping on tiny footholds and following the rail of holds, I arrive at the apex quickly. I look to the ground, Buddy is down from the top and cheering me on. As I cling to the apex, fear creeps in…I’m hanging too long.

I feel the wind of the crow’s wings flapping near by, giving me a boost.

The mind empties and all that is left, is to just do it. One last lunge.

Soon I am running to the summit and howling to the vista. The rock formations resemble brown giants against the infinite blue sky.

My old friend the crow, circles overhead and floats out of sight.

The help is always there.


Meditating in the sunny silence, the visions begin. A huge woman with fangs stares at me with hostility. I don’t react and watch her shrink into a little girl, afraid and behind bars. I realise a lot of adults act out due to some childhood hurt. Compassion is the answer.

A new wave of women appear, acting aggressive and lustful. Again I don’t react and watch them change into loving mothers nurturing babies.

I feel the love of the Divine as a massive stained glass image of Mother Mary, the supreme nurturer, appears.

Opening my eyes, the pure blue sky is filled with outlines of children and adults holding hands in a circle above me.

The sacred unity of our essence.


The effects of the medicine begin to recede and I scramble down to meet Buddy. We muse over the battles, the fears, and the glory of climbing mountains. The camaraderie is priceless.

Later on, I find my partner in the canyon, who is singing on a rock in the sun. The canyon walls vibrating with her powerful lyrics and strong heart.

I give her a hug and in my closed eyes see her wearing a feathered head dress, like a native american ‘chief-ess’.

I step back to look at her. She has a mystical air about her. Adorned with black and purple raven energy, representing magical self-expression.

The three of us walk back to camp as the sun begins to set. A coyote runs past me and I thank him for the lessons of the day.

“Oh Coyote medicine, thank you for reminding me, the importance of community spirit, to play and to laugh at what I take so seriously!”

Back at camp, our neighbour has chopped and prepared our firewood…what a gift.

“Poof” the fire is ablaze…magic in every moment.

Zulu the Guru

Today, the owner of the house buys a puppy. This cute little furby happens to be a Rottweiler cross breed. Her name is Zulu and she has the energy of a perma-charged Duracell bunny. Like most puppies, her jaws are magnetised to every kind of object she can sink her teeth into, including my ankles.

At the moment I’m living in an open-air jungle home in Ubud, focusing on documenting my trip across India and meditating. After so much guidance from Indian yogis, I came to Bali to rest and digest the direct knowledge that we are not the mind or the body alone but are pure awareness itself.

The perfect One reflects the Truth everyday; The seasons remind us that this world is compelled to evolve through a cycle of death and renewal.

Plants are a beautiful metaphor for the Infinite Creator with their leaves and petals sprouting from the centre, just like the Source.  Even the unrehearsed melodies of the songbirds remind me of the purity of spontaneous creation, helping me to trust ‘the flow’ with my creative projects and life in general.

How wise the life is.

But damn! This puppy is once again disturbing my peace!

We made a barricade at the top of the steps so she sleeps upstairs, but she has been finding new ways to escape every night. With the crash from the collapsing fence, a bang as she bounces onto the roof and a boom as she knocks over the flower pots, we wake up at 3 a.m…again.

Every time she escapes, she bolts down into our room, rampaging through the mosquito net and jumps into bed with her muddy paws. We are woken from our slumber by her slobbering tongue licking our faces and her rabid jaws chewing our noses. Not at this hour!This is been going on for two long weeks.

If only I could get some decent sleep!

All right, all right! I get up to feed and play with her. Within seconds, she jumps and bites into my hand like a chew toy. I have the puncture wounds to prove it. Giving up, I walk to the fridge to feed Houdini. My foot splashes into a fresh puddle of puppy pee. No! Holding her nose near the yellow water, telling her ‘bad doggie’, I pick her up by the scruff and march her outside. Her little body hanging passively off my outstretched arm with her big brown eyes darting around confused as if to say “what did I do now? I just want to play!”

After breakfast she runs downstairs to check on Christy who is still waking up. Instantly there is an echo of “No Zulu, no!”. She is chewing on her socks and toes again. I stride downstairs and evict her from the room, fuming.

Why am I so angry? This Life is the One guru, so what am I missing here?


It seems this little bundle of fun is helping me to purge suppressed anger from my long held resistance against the perfection of the present moment. Thank you is the response for this lesson. “Oh you little devil, I love you!” The embers of frustration slowly go out as I stop trying to fight the angry feelings and instead allowed myself to feel it and let it pass.

Nobody should try to manage another life form for their personal comfort.

A paternal instinct arose for this lovable Scrappy-Doo as she reminds me also that play, patience and fun are worthy virtues that are often forgotten in this world.

There are many lessons in this dynamic life but only One Guru. As long as you allow the experience to happen without resisting, the abundance of love and wisdom flows.

Remember, there’s always more than meets the eye.

The next day the owner buys a huge crate with toys and a carpet for Zulu to sleep during the night. Looks like the important lesson came just in time.


Thank you Zulu, you little guru for your puppy power.