coyote

I had already been working with him for a few hours yesterday, when the radiologist, in his soooooper relaxed way, askes me "How are you?"  He was serious too.  Not like, "please just say fine and be done with it"
    So, I tried my best to find the most honest answer.
"Weird"
   It was honest, but.......
   God, don't folks love a clown.  When I am clown, it's generally because there is a disturbance inside or outside (is there a difference?) and that's how it has always expressed.  Maybe sometimes it's been a mirror for the audience, maybe it's been release valve, maybe it's been the spoon to stir the pot.  I've let it be, I've loved it and I've worn the expectation when it doesn't show up on cue.  And I've watched it settle down in recent months and years when I'm over the way it stops people from taking me seriously.  Paradox.  
    That bit is so the funniest thing of all the things.  To not be taken seriously is a sort of cover.  Fine.
       Serious is seriously over-rated.

   Coyote Mother, I am so thankful to be birthed into your pack.  The more coyotes are hunted, the greater their population grows.  When coyote habitat is destroyed or changed, the coyotes adapt and persist.  I've seen them appear as foxes and as wolves.  And as ghosts.