On Thursday at Rodeo Beach, a coyote passed by me.  I took pictures but it wasn’t until I looked at them at home that I realized the coyote was injured.

I checked the symbolism of a coyote: cleverness, resilience, and strategic thinking.  It’s also seen as a symbol of death and rebirth, because coyote howling is often heard during times of transition, dusk and dawn.

This coyote wasn’t asking for sympathy though I felt it as he or she was rather mangy but the coyote simply pranced courageously along, an example of how to meet what comes.

I am grateful for a Sensory Awareness class this morning with Misty Hannah.  We worked with curiosity, with what we might uncover or discover that we never knew before.  She asked: Can we meet this moment as never before?

And I feel in this moment that I meet the teachings of a coyote and the universe gathering as never before.  I ask and explore how many universes does it take to lift my foot from the floor?  How many universes came together to bring a coyote close to me to share a wound that didn’t slow or alter a path?  How many passages open before, in, and around me?  How many universes do I bring together as I open to meet what comes?

Curiosity may have killed the cat but a cat has nine lives.  Curiosity opens doors.