Pink Coyote

Out West...

That is my little Miles trudging through the tundra "by self, Mama".

We have some righteous nature, sisters and brothers.  You can gaze up the skirt of a giant redwood, snowboard fresh powder or surf gigantic waves, all within a few hours of Wherever, California.  Friday we wandered up the Sierras a few hours to Mammoth Lakes to stay with friends and play in the snow.  B & K boarded while the girls drank chip shots by the fire and occasionally ventured out for snowy shenanigans.  It was such a relaxing weekend of wowing and aweing at the snow covered peaks lingering at 14,000 feet high. K & J volunteer on the mountain, find out more about the program here. 

We ate the best American junk food on the planet in their company-chicken enchiladas and Mahi tacos at Roberto's, white spinich pizza from Mic & Willies and mouthwatering beanburgers and fries at Burgers.  I ate more than I might for the rest of the week.

I feel full, recharged and ready for more fair weather adventures.

Bridge in Independence, CA.

Hankie the Healing Dog

You may remember him as my better half from the napcake days.  My old guy gives good snuggle.

Little Things

Hello, there.  It's been a little while.  My family and I have been off on more adventures, some exciting and creative and some tiring.  The superflu hit last week and took us down.  We're still coughing, but feeling much better.  Is it my imagination or are flus and colds getting harder to beat these days?  So much is swimming in the creative recesses, and I'm excited to tell you but I also like keeping things close to my heart right now, as my absence here sort of indicates.  I've never been a private person, but for some reason, I just don't feel like going into the details much lately.  I'm not sure why.  I've been working with armadillo medicine this new year and becoming aware of some armor that was so comfortable and lightweight I hardly knew I was wearing it!  My soul work keeps going deeper and deeper.  Striving to be conscious of what I do and why is not unique to me.  I see and hear that people everywhere are giving birth to new consciousness.  In my own little way, I love knowing that my family is changing, too.  Since Christmas, all sorts of little shifts are taking place around here.  I darned my own socks for the first time ever.  Patched some clothes that I might have ordinarily thrown out.  I made teas, baths and steam bowls from plants when we were sick. Some I made first time medicinal friends with, like yarrow and catnip.  We stopped buying shampoo and conditioner in plastic bottles and started using bar shampoo, which was strange at first, but now feels fine.  Little things need to change sometimes, too. 

I had a dream of a white bear recently, speckled with blue and cinnamon.  It was chasing me through a junkyard and I was carrying Miles and making many narrow escapes.  I finally climbed a giant pile of scrap metal to a high place where I could see everything below and the bear was much too big to reach us.  Making changes feels like this to me. I get to a point where I shove myself forward and then later I might be able to survey what I left behind with a little objectivity.  Hopefully.