coyote ramblings.

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i don't know what's wrong with me lately. 

or, maybe, i do. 

maybe it all started with having to work a 52-hour week

and a dear friend died right in the middle of that week just after we said 

goodbye

and i was unable to give myself time to grieve. 

last night i spoke harshly yet honestly

and then felt ashamed yet pleased

because the old way of communicating just wasn't working for me. 

then. 

this morning. 

mister pencilfox and i worked side-by-side in the kitchen

preparing our meal of thanksgiving 

and

i felt more at peace than i had in a long time. 

the morning eased in through grey skies and high clouds and gentle snow flurries.

i looked around me and felt blessed by bits of colour. 

after all, during this season of white i need my colours. 

after our meal, mister pencilfox picked the turkey off the bones

and

as per my tradition

i drove down to the matanuska river

with alpenglow sunset colours out on the southwestern horizon

and 

placed the turkey carcass down near the river

for the wandering fox and coyote wayfarers,

silently speaking a prayer of thanksgiving. 

tears welled

and

my heart swelled

and 

i knew

i know

all is as it is meant to be. 

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