Friday, April 18, 2014
The coyotes were out last night calling for the moon to rise in the sky, gathering for the hunt that will feed the spring pups. In that call I hear my heartbeat, feel the dance in my blood. We are all still connected to the wild. We honor our long ago past each time we look up at that moon in wonder. Our world is still filled with the magic of ancient times, all we need do is look....and listen.