Coyote. The trickster.

Trip Start Jul 17, 2014
Trip End Aug 06, 2014

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Flag of Canada  , British Columbia,
Friday, August 1, 2014

I'm an early riser. It's a lovely time of day, early morning. Quiet. Still. Full of possibilities. 

Some days though, the quiet gets to me. While others lie locked in blissful dreamland, my brain goes into overdrive.

In the quiet, the belief takes hold more easily that the way you've been treated is a reflection of who you are. That you're ugly. Fat. Boring. Weird. Worthless. That there's something about you that just doesn't... work. 

The transition from waking in a lazy tangle of arms, legs, hearts, breaths - to a cold pillow and an empty room, is not a fun transition for anyone.
And today it got to me.

The best thing to do is get up, as difficult as that feels. Jeannie Mai, my ultimate girlcrush, says you should always "get up, dress up, show up, and never give up."

So I got up. I finally took myself to the doctor. Turns out I'm not becoming a sea lion after all. I've been battling with bronchitis this whole time and it's also flared up my asthma. Yay.

I took myself out for breakfast on the Drive. Chose something good for my body. Walked to Steve's to say goodbye and get my snowboard. Chatted awhile on the front path.

Then... for the second part. Dress up. I went back to my hotel, dumped my snowboard, dolled up in my favourite floral skirt, curled my hair and got ready for a date with Vancouver.

I took lunch at mom's grilled cheese truck, where my favourite Friday special was on offer. Pulled pork on potato bread. Eaten in the sunshine on the steps of the Vancouver art gallery. Buskers in full swing around me. Cute boys practicing hockey on Robson rink in front of me.

Belly full, strolling in the sunshine down to Canada place by the water, I decided to take a bus to one of my favourite places in the world. Granville Island. As I reached the island, strolling in through the first rows of buildings, a sign caught my eye. "Psychic readings. Walk-ins welcome!"

Ooooooooooh. I had been wanting to see a psychic for some time. I'd recently tried a counsellor to try and save my last relationship, but this seemed far more fun.

I bounded up the stairs excitedly and stuck my head around the corner, praying there'd be no other customers. "You! You're only three years late!" the smiling man behind the counter exclaimed loudly. Hahaha. I like you already, mate!

My new friend's name was Michael, and he fawned for awhile over my "kind, open energy" before leading me into the back area for my reading. I was excited. I love this stuff. The last time I had cards read was a lazy late evening over a bottle of red wine with some friends. My paramour at the time, still very new, drew a card that told him his prayers and hopes for romance had finally been answered and to be very careful not to screw it up. At the time it felt good - he was, I thought, precisely the person I myself had been hoping for. But I don't think he took much heed to that warning.

Michael began my session with some meditation and by burning some smudge to cleanse away any bad energy around me. We began the reading and I drew 7 cards.
I heard some comforting things about my career and where I'm supposed to be living right now, and Michael was bang on about some of my future plans, advising me on those as well. He also surprised me by picking out a place I've always wanted to live but considered out of reach - telling me he sees me living there! With my family! Oh, family! I was beaming. I couldn't help it.

We were reading from animal spirit cards and I drew the porcupine and coyote. Here we started talking about a few of the men in my life right now. And one of you, my dears, is a coyote.

"Ah, the coyote. The trickster. You have been dealing with a very shady person in your personal life. Not a nice person. Not good for you. But they're gone now. It's over. Don't worry."

"This person has made you guarded. That's why you drew the porcupine. She's spiky on the outside to protect her kind heart."

"But there's a trustworthy person either recently in your life, or about to be in your life. Trust. Trust again."

He saw good things in the future, told me when to expect them, and told me what to do. He gave me some talismans. Sent me on my way uplifted.

I know that not everyone puts any weight in these things. But Michael was so spot on about so many things. And regardless, sometimes a friendly face telling you everything will be ok is all you need. 

Granville is my favourite place to just potter around. Rummage the arts and crafts. Sample the foods at the public market. Sit in the sun and watch the seagulls. And the people. I did all of those things. Picked up some gorgeous bread and cheese for the evening. Sat and watched a man juggle knives from a tower of suitcases and boxes. Listened to sweet guitar strumming.

As I was leaving, I got a phone call from my old boss JB to meet for coffee, so we spent the afternoon off Broadway sipping coffee, talking travel and writing and doing a spot of shopping. Perfect.

I had to race, though, to make it down to English Bay by 7pm. I was meeting Trish, Alisha and Rasheed for a sunset picnic. Armed with my bread and cheese, some delicious pastries from Meinhardt, and a bottle of red wine, I marched off down Davie street toward the ocean. And oh, what a surprise awaited me.

It's Pride in Vancouver right now. I have plans to meet friends Sunday for the parade and after party. But tonight, Friday night, things have already begun! The street is blocked off. Music is pumping. People are everywhere. Wearing skyscraper heels. Glitter. Rainbow clothing. Occasionally, not wearing much at all. The street is alive with people and the energy is incredible, bouying my spirits and sweeping me along in the madness all the way to English Bay.

English Bay. The only beach in Canada with Palm trees. Where I whiled away the evening on a picnic blanket. With good friends, spiked lemonade, and one of the most spectacular sunsets I've ever witnessed.

Unfortunately it's not a late night. The medication the doc has given me has well and truly worn off and I have to take myself off to bed. 

The fan hums in my ears, working hard against the warm Vancouver night. I fall into a deep, restful sleep. Dream of a peaceful life in a small mountain cabin.  Where I hike, fish, read, love. And chase coyotes away with a big ole stick.
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