I’ve quoted William deBuys in my posts and on other Wisdom Wednesdays before. I love this author and highly recommend his books. For me, The Walk has been deeply inspiring, affecting how I walk on my land. This passage came to mind because the coyotes have been so vocal lately. Whatever I am doing I stop and listen. They are an expression of the wildness that survives, still, in parts of the world. I am grateful they are my neighbors (Morning Light with Coyote).
William deBuys from his book, The Walk:
Coyotes have been common here seemingly forever. From my first days in this valley, their mad songs have been a particular joy of early summer. It may be as late as June when the year’s pups leave the dens where they were whelped and begin to rove with the rest of the pack through the half-light of dawn and dusk. They soon join the adults in serenade, or try to, and the result can be bizarre. The pups haven’t yet learned to sing. Their voices crack; they fail to hold the pitch or complete the phrase; they moan and hoot, sounding like tomcats or owls. Their inexperience briefly fills the valley with a spirit of comedy. You stop and smile. You wonder if the ravens are amused, or if the slow-witted gophers peer dimly from their burrows wondering if their oppressors are finally dying or insane. The episode passes in a moment, but a spirit of absurdity hangs in the air as the echoes of the botched concert fade. You realize that even the orchestra of nature needs tuning once in awhile. And gradually the tuning is achieved. The incompetence of the coyote pups lasts only an outing or two. Soon they get the hang of singing like the big dogs so that the daily yipping and yowling that echoes through the valley reacquires its practiced character and again embodies, as perfectly as any sound on earth, a rhapsody of wildness.
Love to you all,