Coyotes are a nuisance to ranchers. Living in Colorado, I have encountered more people that disregard the coyote, than any other place I have lived. I have heard, “Shoot them on site.” No, I could not do that. As much as I understand the ranchers-mentality to protect livestock and all, I cannot look at one of God’s creations, like this one………….as a nuisance.
She has the right to live, hunt, care for young and co-exist, along with every other creature. She is entitled to yip and yowl in the wee hours of the night at the moon or any loud, screeching noise. He is free to run with the pack across vast expanses of land, claiming territory and breeding grounds.
Coyotes are symbolic of being the trickster. They remind us not take life so seriously all the time. They come along to teach us to balance wisdom with a good sense of humor. What we do to others, will be done to us, in return.
So, on that note, the quote of the day is:
“Who is really being tricked about the meaning of life here?” tc
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Feed Your Soul
Have you ever followed a dirt road to the very end? I grew up in the country. To this day, there is a stimulating and relaxing feel to leaving the cold, hard pavement behind and hitting a good old dirt and gravel road.
I can recall a sense of pure, raw living, when I was able to run barefoot through the grass. My sisters and I used to rake-up huge piles of autumn leaves and lay in them to watch the puffy white clouds pass overheard. Of course, we tried to find every shape and animal imaginable in each cloud. I had a blast hiking through the woods and tempting my sense-of-direction to the brink of getting lost, only to find the return path home without much effort.
I can remember the sacred feel of nature always around me in my youth. Sometimes, I smell certain scents on the wind and I am taken back to that childhood association, immediately. No matter how many ancient and beautiful churches, monasteries, synagogues or temples that I have been in, none of them compare to the rejuvenating, playful, loving and refreshing connection that I feel to our Creator, then the natural environment.
Get up! Get out and Get High on Nature!
So, on that note, the quote of the day is:
"Feed your soul at the end of the road, where there is nothing but natural energies to replenish you." tc
I can recall a sense of pure, raw living, when I was able to run barefoot through the grass. My sisters and I used to rake-up huge piles of autumn leaves and lay in them to watch the puffy white clouds pass overheard. Of course, we tried to find every shape and animal imaginable in each cloud. I had a blast hiking through the woods and tempting my sense-of-direction to the brink of getting lost, only to find the return path home without much effort.
I can remember the sacred feel of nature always around me in my youth. Sometimes, I smell certain scents on the wind and I am taken back to that childhood association, immediately. No matter how many ancient and beautiful churches, monasteries, synagogues or temples that I have been in, none of them compare to the rejuvenating, playful, loving and refreshing connection that I feel to our Creator, then the natural environment.
Get up! Get out and Get High on Nature!
So, on that note, the quote of the day is:
"Feed your soul at the end of the road, where there is nothing but natural energies to replenish you." tc
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