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Circle of Voices

11/2/2012

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I had just met my wife, and I was in love. We went to her parents for the night, up in the back of the Sandia mountains. It was my first time being there with her, being up in the mountains. They had a large dirt driveway, and we were both standing there, looking towards the mountain at the stars through the trees, being quiet, being in love...

Then out of nowhere, a few coyotes started calling off in the distance. It started slow in front of us, maybe almost a mile away. Their voices were not the voices of wolves, but of spirits, the high-pitched voices of ghost dogs calling to the night. As their calls started to fade, they were joined by a chain of coyotes in the distance, their calls encircling us, coming first from ahead, then to the side, and finally behind us. It was an amazing feeling to be encircled by their calling, as if they wanted us to know they were there.

That was the first time I had ever heard coyotes, and I have never forgotten it.
~

circle of voices
the Great Coyote
arranges to meet me




6 Comments
Karen (OldeHippi)
11/2/2012 15:48:44

Beautiful occurrence! That was a Sacred Moment. Pure Magic. So glad you recognized it....

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@CoyoteSings
11/5/2012 07:33:31

Thankyou so much

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beezknez link
11/3/2012 19:55:21

this would have been a very magical experience and can quite understand how it has stayed with you, it would have felt so personal & I really believe that animals do communicate with us and carry the spirt of connection which is often felt and heard by humankind and likely is often missed also ;) It is lovely story of experience you have shared thankyou . always b ;)

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@CoyoteSings
11/5/2012 07:34:01

Thankyou very much

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Tea Fairy
12/17/2012 14:19:56

Lovely (: Just like I remember it on cold desert nights.

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Bjorn (brudberg) link
2/18/2013 03:12:19

How wonderful. I never had the pleasure of hearing Coyote for real. However many years ago we were staying a the Great Basin National park in Nevada, and went to the "Campfire Program" in teh evening and listened to how the Native American saw Coyote.

Thank you for your wonderful story.

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