Laughing Coyote’s Blog

Jose Jemez left the kiva early that day in Oct, said something about picking up some bread.

He smiled as he said, ”it is good for one’s soul to get out once in awhile,”  I had to agree, it has been six months since he felt the warmth of the sun on his face.

Four days ago he had received a call, I noticed that when he disconnected he seemed a bit apprehensive and when I asked if anything was wrong, he said “I just need to go into the silence for a day or two.”

He had come to me more than two years ago in a vision and for the first few days we spent many hours sitting at the games table ”bonding”, or as he described it “Dancing The Dance.” In his head-piece was a mix of Owl, Redtail Hawk and Duck of Mallard feathers. I remember thinking, “strange mix of magic there.”
The following year he had accompanied me to the market place in Cloyne, it was his first trip there. Actually, it was the first time he had been out of the kiva since he had first arrived. I’m beginning to see a pattern here.
Since he’d be in silence for a few days I figured this would be a good time to start packing for the trip ahead, I then called Wolf to see if he  was still up to going into the village.“It’s still a go” he said, then he hung up. It was raining the morning we left the Big Smoke and traffic was heavy but moving at a fair clip. Wolf sat quiet on the first part of the journey just staring out the side window but as we got closer to our destination he perked up and asked if I wouldn’t mind dropping him off at Tim Horton’s at the far end of the village. As we pushed further north the sumac became a crimson standing brilliant against a brown backdrop of sleeping corn fields and the aspen, yellow in their final stages waiting for the wind to strip them naked. A turkey vulture seemed suspended in a sky of grey while searching for one last carrion before starting it’s long journey south to warmer climes.

It was noon when we arrive at the village outskirts, the rain had stopped, and a scarecrow greeted us as we came over the hill just south of the lake. We drove through town and I dropped Wolf off at timmy ho’s and I watched as he headed straight for the pay-phone. I thought to myself, ”that dog is up to something.”

He waved me off and I headed to my “Summer home” where I would spend the next three nights of the Full Hunter’s Moon.

When Wolf and I came back to Big Smoke that following week I found a note waiting for me on the games table. Jose was now half way around the world on his way to meet his new keeper. His note read, “I’ve been made an offer I couldn’t refuse. My presence is required in the Channels for ceremony. I’ll let you know when I have arrived. Your humble servant, Jose.”

Jose connected with me just recently saying he is enjoying his stay with his new keeper. He said he was enjoying the storms on the coast where he now resides, quite different from his last encampment.

Also he is preparing himself now for the “Rainbow Dream Dance” for the Metis. I’m sure he’ll use his powers in a positive manner.

Good bye old friend. Dance like no one is watching.