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Patience

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , , , on November 29, 2008 by rodzink

I got out of the truck and, before I realized it, I was several miles from where I had parked… The Cumberland Trail….. from Signal Mountain, it’s an incredibly beautiful stretch of trail.  Like the first scene of an action movie, the initial mile is enough to ensure more of the same…. and keep me walking…. watching subsequent scenes unfold….

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The river below seemed to be flowing upstream… the wind out of the gorge was steady.  Looking west into an infinite sky…. I began replaying a thousand episodes of my life… scenes that I had neither hoped were forever lost…..nor wanted to keep… Perhaps they were waiting for me on this day, like friendly, heckling ghosts…. stored for days like this…Nevertheless, my backpack seems to have an endless supply and they seem to simply spill out as I walk.  I deliberately slowed my pace.  Besides, I had no destination….no schedule.  I was not, however, alone….Memories are often the crying coyote from the darkness…  With each rustle of leaves, I heard Baker’s voice…. Belle’s footsteps…..  their first words…. and the the most recent…. A snap of a twig…. or the uncertainties of tomorrow…. I am unable to discern… unable to put it away. 

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The coyote is an amazing creature…often said to be responsible for the earth’s creation…  When I was younger, growing up in these mountains, coyotes were stories of the west…. I recall hearing tales of their subtle, expanding population… and that first sighting.  I believe all creatures have a deeper purpose… a symbolic existence….. I’ve heard many, many times… the yelping, coyote’s cry… a mournful, lonely tempo….. as morning approaches, she exhausts the troubles of her soul…. until night comes again…. She spends her day absorbing…gathering.. becoming our surety… only to take these thoughts…. memories….. to deepest ravines and hidden crevices…. she cries on our behalf… her cries are not her own.  It is without surprise that the coyote represents the fastest growing mammal population in North America….  Her habitat reaches both shores and she has been spotted on the western plains… in Central Park… in the River Gorge…. wherever she is needed. www.rodzink.wordpress.com/2008/01/05/the-coyote

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I have brought my offering to lay aside the creek…  Today.. I know the coyote is at rest……  beneath the boulders…… in the shade of the hemlock…..  But I have brought her a feast….