tigerlily

i actually just wrote a new entry, but this new story takes absolute precedence. (presidence? precidence? wtf?).

three days ago, i vividly wondered to myself if there were any coyotes in san francisco. i've seen foxes. hawks. owls. racoons...but as i searched my memory, i was certain i'd never heard of a coyote here in the city. the last time i saw one, it was at the end of august, in the truck with dov on the way home from redding. i knew something was coming. they are always an omen. 2 weeks later dov returned from burning man and...well...you've all heard the story since then. they are one of the things i miss living here. even in the middle of winter, i always used to leave my window open in case i would be privy to a wee hour serenade, their voices always surprising me, "why are there kids playing outside at this time of night? is someone having a party down the road?" and then it would dawn on me....it's them.

this evening i had my palm read (read previous entry). my life line is very long, with no apparent health issues any time soon. she knew i had just ended a relationship. that things aren't over. that we have a strong connection. that he's being stubborn . she knew i'd be travelling soon. that i'm looking to change jobs. that i'm in a period of waiting. "be open" she kept saying. "be patient". could apply to any time...but it does seem suited.

i put skye to bed tonight, while his dad finished up at the holiday party. it was 11:30 by the time i left his house on green street. they live at the very end, right where it butts up against the presidio. i got in my truck, with it's yet-to-be-mounted-so-it's-upside-down-and-janky camper shell i got for free, flipped on the lights, and pulled out.

just as my lights arced into the street, they illuminated the owner of a pair of wide, yellow, slanted eyes, striding right toward me. looking right at me. we both stopped. WILD. every molecule of it's being pulsating with more of the universe than i'll ever know in my own lifetime. locking my gaze, it walked past me up the street. i knew there was only one thing to do.

follow.

this sounds like the part where it takes me through a tunnel and i wind up in narnia. but in reality, i tailed it for four blocks, just knowing it was what i was supposed to do. and then it dissapeared under someone's gate. probably to eat their pet cat.

i thought of that lone coyote on interstate 5 four months ago. and all that's happened since then. and i realized it wasn't so much that i was supposed to follow, but more that it was leading me. leading me out. out of the maze. walking away. taking me home.

"you're done" it said. "rest now."

and be open. be patient.