I crossed paths with Trickster Coyote the other night. Literally. I was walking the dogs up 9th Street towards Jerome, about a block from my house, when I looked up and there, where the two roads meet, trotted out Coyote. His head popped up, a mirror of my own. Then we had a staring contest that lasted all of three seconds, but felt like three hours.
And everything was snapshot still.
I've been thinking a lot about Trickster lately and trying to reevaluate my definition of him. I have also been trying to disassociate from the asshole tricksters that have plagued my life and clouded the way I see. Trickster isn’t bad. He’s just—tricky. A situation inverter and a shape shifter, he alters our perceptions of the world around us. And it’s good to get shocked out of our ruts sometimes. It is in these moments that we are able to focus enough to see that something needs to change.
Or see that it already has.
I’m not the same girl I was a year ago. A year ago I thought I had my shit together. But now I’m seeing that I don’t. Have my shit together. At all. But I’m also seeing that this is okay. I have shed some preconceptions about myself and my place in this world. And even though starting from scratch is mildly terrifying, I’m excited about all the opportunities that have opened up for me. I am excited about the person I have the potential to become now that I’m not clinging to the person I used to be.
But am I ready to meet the Trickster within me?
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