Father Sun gently wakes away the darkness from our eyes.
Wings spread out and quiver in excitement of the birth of a new day.
The air is cool, moist, and fresh as we reach out, feel our strength, rise above the tree tops and look upon the abundance of the Great Mother. Our vision sharp and clear, illuminates all that encircles us and filled with the wisom of knowing our true course, we soar. Coyote - Spirit Keeper of the South Red hot summer sun. We rest in the green shade of these twin oaks. Scheming, tricking, Loving, trusting, Lying, laughing, crying, thrusting.