Ol' Coyote Walks With the Dusk

Now Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, crossed
the road leading to Ixtlan.

He moved slowly, hoping to walk with
the dusk to another world.

Along the way, he met Rattlesnake, who
had woke after a nap in the desert sun.

"Where you goin', Coyote? Rattlesnake
asked.

"I'm walking with the dusk to another
world."

"Don't bother," Rattlesnake said. "I
was there last evening and it's pretty
boring. Better to visit with me this
evening, so we can smoke the pipe."

"Did you see any women in the other
world?" Coyote asked Rattlesnake.

"None that you'd like." He said. "Just
a bunch of old toads with their old toad
women.

"Old toads?"

"Yeah. They were so old, they could
hardly hop anymore. Tried to eat a
couple of 'em, but they disappeared
on me."

"I see." Coyote replied.

"Stay here with me. We'll smoke the
pipe."

"Perhaps another evening, Rattlesnake.
Another evening...."


Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, walked
with the dusk into another world.

Ol' Coyote MedicineTale

Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
followed the road to Ixtlan,
to where it veers sharply left.

There, he quit that road, descending
carefully along a narrow wash, into
a gully where Agave plants grow.

The ol' fella sat on red sandstone,
sucking sweet Agave juice, and
smoking Tobacco in Blue Corn Pipe.

Life was good.



Soon, Dust Devil arrives....



Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
watched intently... watched Dust Devil
sweep Tobacco's smoke from that gully.

"Hey, Devil! Hey, Devil!" Coyote said,
"Why do you sweep away my Blue Corn
Pipe Tobacco Prayer?"

That Dust Devil swirled and danced
around the ol' fella's feet....

"Never could understand Devil speak,"
muttered Coyote, sucking hard on
Blue Corn Pipe's stem.

"Betcha Devil leaves you a sign,"
the Agave said.



Suddenly, that Dust Devil swirls
and escapes the gully.



"That was better than TV,"
the Agave said.



Coyote sucked on that pipe,
and stared at his feet.

Yes, he stared at his feet
for a spell.



Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
stared at his feet, and spoke:
"See, Dust Devil left six pebbles.
Yes, Ol' Dusty left six pebbles
on my feet. Three on the left foot
and three on the right foot....
I suppose that means something?"



Coyote yawned and fell asleep.



The Agave felt a tickling joy
in its roots.



Ol' Coyote dreamed.



When Coyote woke from his dream,
and opened his eyes, he still
smoked that Blue Corn Pipe, and
those pebbles were still on his feet.



Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
took the pebbles, and blessed them
in Blue Corn Pipe Tobacco smoke.

Then, he cupped those pebbles
in the palms of his hands....

Yes, he cupped those pebbles,
and rattled....

Agave Spirit came and sat by
the ol' fella....

Dust Devil swirled and danced
along the road to Ixtlan.

Good medicine always!
LaurieC

Speculation....

Now Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, walked away one
morning.

Some people say he vanished for months....

Others placed the ol' fella in Ixtlan, with Maria.

But that would be unlikely, as neither Coyote nor
Maria ever dwelled in Ixtlan beyond a morning or
an afternoon, an evening, or, perhaps overnight.

So, again, I must say, "Ol' Coyote walked away
one morning".

He probably walked into the desert. Beyond that,
it is useless to speculate....

LaurieC

Ol' Coyote's Kayaking in the Desert!

Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, decided to do an
unusual thing, to do something unusual, or an
unusual thing.... So, he ordered a kayak from a
1967 kayak catalogue, and soon found himself
pulling it across the road leading to Ixtlan, and
over the desert to a large Agave plant.

From there, he peered out over the desert,
looking for water . . . looking for water. Failing to
see water with his Coyote eyes, he settled for a
mirage, instead. He was pleased.

The mirage, a beautiful lake, glistened in the
desert sunlight.


Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, pulled his kayak
over the desert floor, towards the mirage. However,
the further the ol' fella walked, the further away
the mirage appeared.

"I'll fool that mirage," he said.

So, coyote tied a bandana over his eyes, and
continued pulling his kayak. Soon, he imagined
himself at the shore of Mirage Lake.

"Damn, but it's cool by the lake," he said. I'd
better keep this bandana over my eyes, or the
lake might move on me."

So, Coyote walked along the shore of the lake,
trying to find a good spot to put his kayak into
the water. Unbeknownst to Coyote, he had in
fact circled back to the crest of a steep slope,
overlooking the road to Ixtlan.

Coyote felt the breeze from off the waters of
Mirage Lake, touch the whiskers on his face.

"Damn, but it's cool by the lake, he said.


Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, carefully positioned
the bandana that covered his eyes. He was still
wary of losing Mirage Lake. Then, he was off!
Paddling furiously, Coyote bounced and bounded
down the steep slope, where he could feel the
rush of wind and water against his face.

"Mirage Lake is pretty frigging rough, today,"
Coyote muttered, while trying to keep his breath.
"This is the last time I'll go kayaking without a life
jacket!"

Soon, the kayak came to rest against a bank of
sand, in a gully, near the large Agave plant.

"Geez," Coyote said, aloud, "I'm grounded".


Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, removed the bandana
from over his eyes. He saw the bank of sand, the
gully, and the steep slope.

"Just as I suspected, the lake moved," he said.

So, he overturned his kayak and placed it against
large boulders on the north side of the gully.

"There," he said, "it'll make a good shelter for
rattlesnake". Then, he lay back against the boulders,
wiped the sweat from his brow, covered his face
with a large sombrero, and had a nap.

Catch ya'll later,
LaurieC

A Coyote Christmas

Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, walked down a hill,
crossed the road leading to Ixtlan, and made his
way to a large Agave that was bathed in the light
of a late desert Christmas day.

"Merry Christmas!" Coyote said.

The large Agave cast a subtle glow that Coyote
acknowledged as a greeting. . . .

Then, he blinked . . . twice . . .

On the third blink Coyote's eyes cleared, and he
noticed juice dripping from a slight indentation on
the Agave that he calculated lined up perfectly with
the Star of the East.

He sniffed at the aroma from the Agave juice, that
seemed to drift through the clear desert atmosphere
and enter his left nostril. He noticed how it circulated
throughout his body, until it exited his right nostril.

"I'll be damned!" He said.

The Agave glowed, its aura reaching all the way to
Ixtlan.

Coyote marvelled. . . .

Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, approached the Agave
and positioned himself so that its juice could drip on
his tongue, and roll back his throat, where the juice
stung like hot pepper.

"I'll be damned!" He said.

Ol' Coyote drank Mescal and sang Christmas Carols
into the wee hours of the morning.

The large Agave glowed. . . .

The Star of the East positioned itself above four large
buttes.

The desert was quiet. . . .

The Agave slept.

Rattlesnake felt woozy from the aroma of fermented
Agave juice.

Maria played her Peyote Rattle at the base of a large
butte.

Coyote slept.

Yes, Ol' Coyote slept. . . .

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

All the best,
LaurieC