By Hudley

Posted on November 23, 2017

To all the wild things that know us

When we walk in their fields

Or on their hills!

A day of thanksgiving

A history of the land

A call from the wild…

As I meditate upon

The four directions

Of the medicine wheel…

My comrades and allies,

Coyote surprised me with a story

One that brought happy tears

To my eyes…

Coyote said,

“I have known you longer

Before you came to this

Native song of life…

I knew you as a child

I smelled you in the weeds

As you fell and rolled

Down tall green grass

as a laughing youth…

I knew your favorite trees

you expertly climbed

I rested near the rocky hills

where you dreamed

Reflecting thin white crystals…

I knew the places where you rode

on a white horse

The rugged trails you blazed

through the large sage mountains

That rolled with scented fennel

to the sound of the sea…

At night you heard us singing

I called to you

I scared you

I woke you up

with a screaming ascending yelp


Sharing the mysteries of life…

One-night years ago

I walked right next

to the car door of

The man you would marry

I sized him up…

He remembers!

Now the story is clear

I have known you

longer then you

have known of me…

I also sang this story

to the visiting raccoons

remembering you now

as a wild friend

I told them our story

The nature of a lifelong song…”

Coyote Green Stone Story


This story needs to be told about what my friend Coyote is doing this year. His story is hounding me to be told and so Coyote blows his ideas in the mist falling as humid drops on my eyelids.


“Coyote how are you and your children handling this hot weather? Are you going to come down and eat our cats and drink water from our drained sprinkler juice?”

“No, we have it good this year!”


“In the Santa Monica Mountains we have found a cave that goes down into the underground earth. We have a fresh running spring there. Sheltered and running clear, but darkly moving among green moss, black rocks and falling into indigo pools for drinking.”

“Sounds beautiful!”

“We stay down here during the day. It is cool. We have amethyst crystals, rubies and green stones growing in some of the caves down in the earth.”

“Rubies that seems a little credulous to take in Coyote? I know you are a trickster!!”

“Just tell my story and let others judge for themselves!”

“Did I hear a bit of a growl in your statement Coyote?”

“There are wild places still, is what I am yawning to you. We go out at night to play under the moon and scratch our backs on tree trunks!”

Hopefully Coyote is happy now!!


Yellow Behind the Ears…


Spring is here and I say goodbye to the Buffalo of Winter and say hello to the Eagle of Spring; this is as some, American Indian traditions of the Medicine Wheel, define the seasons.

Not to ignore Eagle, but I have witnessed Coyote sniffing around my neighborhood lately. If anyone is stepping on anyone’s feet, it is Coyote!!  I am sharing this story to let Coyote know, if only indirectly, to back-off until summer, because three months of summer and Coyote is enough trickster for anyone!!

Coyote & Native American Folk Tales retold by Joe Hayes and read by Hudley