A teasing excerpt from the book:

Spring Turnover

Winter always turns to Spring. 

A Buddhist saying with so much meaning behind it. 

Nature goes into a partial death in the winter,  then in the spring it blooms new life,  and cleans out it's water sources. 

  A natural phenomenon that occurs when the water temperature and air temperature match.

Human nature follows this example with spring cleaning.

Old items get taken out with the trash. 

Bodies dumped in rivers float to the top due to mother nature's need to purge every buried secret. 

All those secrets that get buried in the soil beneath that water will get turned over,  and mother nature does not care if those secrets were human,  reptile,  fish,  or non-breathing entities.   

Everything gets brought to the surface. 

Mother nature is no priest for you to confess your sins to...  She is under no obligation to keep your secrets.  

 She will expose you. 

Growing up, springtime was when we heard news stories about the bodies floating to the top of the river... Bodies dumped at the bottom with cement shoes by amatures.

....Every evil act will eventually rise to the surface.   There is no escaping it,  just like you can't escape your Karma. 

In the winter things get buried, and  animals hibernate.   The cold temperatures freeze one's thoughts,  and for some...  Their souls. 

Many folks hate Winter (I am one of them)  - but it is Spring we should fear.   

Humans are just animals...  Moving with natures desires to purge,  and desire new. 

Businesses "clean house" getting g rid of dead weight staff and hire new workers for minimum wages. 

Flowers bloom,  and human allergies rise...  Even our biology is purging it's fluids. 

Everything comes to the surface. 

That chick you were messing around with under the covers in snow... 

 By Spring,  she will be showing the truth,  for all the world to see. 

That guy you gave all your loyalty and support to...  

He'll get spring fever too...  And off he goes to disappear into the wilderness. 

Karma like spring is inescapable. 

Winter turns to spring....  Always. 

If you don't change your actions...  

Change your Karma...  

What secrets of yours shall this spring turn over on you? 

 Think about it. 

Carefully. 

You can control what rises to the top of the river....  

If you keep in mind that nothing stays buried.

And just like that river....  The stories from this Coyote will soon be turned over one Spring. 

~S. Coyote

2/8/2018

COYOTE  TERRITORY

I went out into the woods today to scream.   

But when I tried nothing came out.  

There has been too much,  and nothing could release... It's been building for over a lifetime.  

So I continued further into Coyote Territory.  

 I heard them yipping as the sun began to set,  yet I continued deeper in. I knew they were close when the rabbits began to flea from their meal.  The rabbits are quite used to me, they know I mean no harm.    

Soon, for the mosquitoes,  I became a meal as well.  

 But still..  I did not turn back yet.  

(If I wasn't in a state of flight,  I would have worn bug spray prior).

 I found a nice log by the stream and sat. I watched as the butterflies found their rest, and the moths awoke. 

I sat and attempted to clear my fear. I sat there, listening to all the other sounds around me.

My senses vibrated with immense buzzing of the pollinators collecting their meals before winter breezed in.

I listened to the water trickling in the distant stream. The evening birds were singing their last songs of the day.   

And...  the coyotes...  

They continued to yip.   

They  were getting closer,  so I resentfully left that log. The unexplainable fear from within was far greater than the fear that surrounded me. 

The fear within emanated,  and consumed me.

I could feel nothing else.  

 All consuming fear.

I wouldn't feel the coyotes had they decided to consume me.  

I was already eaten alive by what came from within. 

I needed to escape from myself for awhile. I needed someone to take me away from myself. 

I needed to become someone  or something else. 

 I needed the creature that I fear to consume the fear that was bleeding me dry.   

I needed to become....

The Coyote

(Rough draft 7/3/2017)

Written by,

~S. Coyote