“All you have to do is to pay attention; lessons always arrive when you are ready, and if you can read the signs, you will learn everything you need to know in order to take the next step” - Paulo Coelho, The Zahir
Most times life floats by with beautiful ease and sometimes it's damn hard, especially when you're blessed/cursed with a sensitive artist's heart.
Well this week has been a tough one. But there are three things which seem to help more than anything: 1) family/friends 2) nature 3) a man in Colorado named Scott. And these three things coalesced in such a beautiful way yesterday that I can't but help believe it was a sign.
Here's the story: A year ago Scott told me that my spirit/power animal is the coyote. (I know what many of you may be thinking right now, but I've learned that when Scott says something, it's best to trust it even if you don't fully understand it). He spoke of the coyote's resiliency and ability to adapt to change. The next day on my river run, I was beyond shocked to find (you guessed it) a coyote standing on the trail a few feet in front of me. I stopped in disbelief and we stared at one another for a few moments until he finally bolted back into the desert brush.
Fast forward to two days ago when I was talking to Scott again. He told me the force driving my artwork is the same force behind my relationships and everything else along this rocky, albeit beautiful journey. And that I should trust in it, even/especially when it's difficult; to pay attention to the signs and listen to where my spirit is leading me. So as I was walking along my favorite bend of the Deschutes River with my mom yesterday - eyes on the trail - I heard her say, "Look, there's a coyote."
((((Well hot damn Spirit/Universe/God/Scott!!))))
I couldn't believe it. I hadn't seen a coyote since that previous interaction a year before and yet here he was again, in my favorite meadow, on the exact day when I really needed a sign. Like before, we looked at one another for a bit. Then he would run a few feet. And stop. And stare.
And in that moment I felt my heart open a bit; felt that maybe I could trust this crazy spirit path afterall. And most importantly, I was reminded that there are people in our life that love of us so deeply that they can recognize our spirit, even when our eyes are downcast on the trail ahead.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a beautiful thing.