Wisdom Guides Coyote the Younger

Wisdom and the search for it is what drives the seekers of truths.  It is the thirst for wisdom which guides Coyote the Younger. He was too young to understand things like fuzzy stars and a lot of other things, like why coyotes howl. It was Grandfather who taught Younger about stars, the moon, souls and ancestors. Thus we go far back in time when the four-legged ones could talk, to hear Younger’s story and about his thirst for wisdom.

Fuzzy stars ~

Coyote the Younger lay gazing up at the fuzzy stars. He was very concerned because this night they were not as clear as usual. Try as he might to see them he could not see through the blurriness. He was not very old yet, barely one year, far too young to be going blind.

He knew about blindness from an old Coyote who was blind and it always made him wonder if he, too, would go blind. The Rangers had rescued the blind Coyote and took good care of him in his own sanctuary where he found peace.

In the morning Younger ran to his mother. “I am going to find Grandfather. I have some questions for him and I have a thirst for wisdom.”

“Well, maybe I can answer them for you,” Mother Coyote offered.

“Oh, no Mother, thank you. These questions are for the wisdom of Grandfather and Grandfather told me I must come to him when I have a thirst for wisdom.” Mother Coyote smiled, knowing that Younger wanted to feel grown up and not depend on his Mother. “Okay. Just be careful and watch for danger.”

“Yes, Mother. I will.” Younger ate his morning meal then took off running to find Grandfather.

 

Seeking Grandfather ~

Younger did not find Grandfather as quickly as he usually does. He went to all the familiar places and saw tracks. He sniffed them to make sure they were Grandfather’s, then tried to follow the scent. By and by he saw Cousin Coyote scouting for something to eat. “Hi Cuz. Have you seen Grandfather this lovely morning?”

“Darn, you frightened that vole away!”

“Sorry, Cuz. I am just worried about where Grandfather might be. Have you seen him?”

“Hmmm …?” Cuz was still trying to find something tasty. “Oh! Grandfather … yes, he was over by the den a short while ago.”

“Okay. Thank you,” Younger said and headed towards the den.

Younger approached the den and peeked inside. Little Scruff was in there looking very lonely. “Hi, Scruff. Are you okay?”

“I think so. I just miss my Mother. She should be back soon though. Grandfather is watching me till she comes home.”

“Well, you could not ask for a better protector than Grandfather. Look! Here comes your mother now.” Younger greeted Scruff’s mother with proper respect then excused himself, saying he had a thirst for wisdom and started to leave. “Oh, Younger!”

“Yes, Scruff?”

“Why is Grandfather so wise?” Younger thought about that. “Because he is so old, Scruff. We will all get wiser the older we get as long as we keep a thirst for wisdom.”

“Oh. I am very young, so I am not wise at all.” Scruff hung his head. “Oh! But you are wise, Scruff,” Younger soothed him. “You stayed in the den to be safe, just like your mother and Grandfather told you to do. Now that is very wise.”

“It is?” Scruff perked up. “Then I just got my first thirst for wisdom. Do you have any wises, Younger?”

“A few,” Younger smiled at Scruff’s mother. “And now I am going to Grandfather to get more wises about stars. Bye, Scruff.”

“Bye, Younger. And thank you!” Scruff got his first thirst for wisdom.

 

Seeker of the truth ~

Younger found Grandfather not too far away from Scruff, keeping a close eye on the little one. Younger approached Grandfather and lay down in front of him, waiting for his Elder to speak first. “You are out and about early today, Younger. What is on your mind? Do you have another thirst for wisdom?”

“Yes, I do, Grandfather. Will you look in my eyes and tell me if I am going blind?” Grandfather bent his head down and looked deep into Younger’s eyes for so long that Younger got his eyes crossed. Grandfather laughed.

“Your eyes are quite fine and healthy, Younger. What makes you think you might be going blind?”

“The stars last night were very fuzzy and I could not even see Grandmother Moon, so I worried about my eyes.”

“Your eyes are fine, Younger. It was overcast last night and Grandmother Moon had her back to us. So we all saw fuzzy stars.”

Younger smiled. “Oh! I never thought that was the reason. I did not realize it was overcast. What was over the cast and what is a cast?”

Grandfather explained to Younger what overcast meant. Younger felt much better about his eyes and a little wiser, having satisfied one thirst for wisdom.

“I have another question, Grandfather.”

“Yes, I thought you might. What is it?”

“Well, none of the older Coyotes sang to the stars or Grandmother Moon like they usually do. Now, I can understand why they did not, but why do they do that when the moon and stars are bright?”

“You will never go blind, Younger, for you are a Seeker of the Truth.” Younger’s eyes popped open wide. “That is a great title to have, Grandfather.” Grandfather agreed then explained some things to Younger.

 

Words of wisdom from Grandfather  ~

“When Grandmother Moon has her back to us, She does not forget us. At those times we Coyotes know to show respect to Her, for She is talking with Great Spirit and shining full on others around the world. When She turns Her face full upon us we feel Her Love then we are overjoyed and sing songs of praise to Her. It is similar with the stars.

“You see, the stars are our ancestors and watch over us at night. Sometimes we cannot see them because of outside influences, like the overcast that blocked us from seeing clearly. When we see clearly then we call upon our ancestors for guidance and courage. This helps us to learn and grow on our spiritual path.

“The ancestors walked this land before us and know all there is to know, they are now far beyond the little things we are aware of. We sing our praise to them when we remember they are there whether we can see them or not. That is why some nights are quiet, because we go within and sing to them in the silence.”

Younger was getting cross-eyed again and looked very sleepy. Grandfather laughed and said, “Some day you will understand, Younger. Now go home and take a nap. I will walk with you all the way.”

One night, many years later when Younger was much older, he did understand because he never lost his thirst for wisdom.

After Grandfather had taken the journey home to his star, Younger sang to him at night when the star was bright. Some nights he would go into the silence and sing to Grandfather and always thanks Grandfather for satisfying his thirst for wisdom.

Wisdom is what drives Coyote

 

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that I write with spirit and heart. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that I write with spirit and heart. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

6 thoughts on “Wisdom Guides Coyote the Younger

  • April 16, 2016 at 9:42 AM
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    I enjoyed this story, Phyllis. Our native people all have wonderfully wise tales designed to teach life lessons and to pass down through the generations. This was a very well written tale of Coyote the Younger.

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    • April 16, 2016 at 12:36 PM
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      I am so happy you enjoyed Younger’s story, John. Teaching wisdom is always done through such stories with our native people also, and Coyote is usually the main character. It seems to be a worldwide believe for indigenous peoples to use animals when teaching children. Thank you so much for the very nice compliment.

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  • April 16, 2016 at 1:05 PM
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    There is so much truth to be learned from our elders, I know, I had one who I spent much time with before he went to rest among the stars. Wisdom is shown to those who seek it, better to go with eyes wide open than shut, for the elders know a true heart and seeker of truth, so they impart their wisdom unto them. I am a seeker of truths always, I believe poetry is given to those who seek. Well penned Phyllis, I enjoyed the story of this Coyotes seeking and the grandfather who shared his wisdom with the younger.

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  • April 16, 2016 at 1:45 PM
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    Thank you so much, Vincent. This story with the coyotes just seemed to write itself, it happens when I go within and let the story come out as it will. Grandfather Coyote is wise, as if he was born with the wisdom of all Creation – I sense we will hear more from Grandfather. Thanks again, Vincent.

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  • April 17, 2016 at 5:16 AM
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    A beautiful heartfelt piece of simple philosophies and connections to life that are so dismissed these days. The native American Indians, have this wonderful connection with nature and understand so much more than we do with all our technologies. This was beautifully crafted and expressed with such warmth and commitment. Lovely work Phyllis.

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  • April 17, 2016 at 5:35 AM
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    Sometimes I have had the distinct feeling that one of my four legged friends is about to demonstrate that such beings still have the powers of which you so skillfully write. I had one dog who came really close to talking. She understood more than a thousand words and as we grew old together the line between human and canine seemed to blur and sometimes I felt that she was more ‘human’ than I. She was with me when I met the creature from the Bridgewater Triangle and in the last 20 years since the encounter, I have come to believe that she saved my life that night when her fear trumped my curiosity; and I walked away from a talking Puckwudgie. Wonderful job on Coyote the Younger. Ten thumbs up.

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