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It was in the fall. Coyote was renewing himself high in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. The sun was bright and warm, the winds crisp, cold and cleansing. Icy streams tinkled like silver bells while the Aspen sang their haunting, enchanting, never-ending song. The trees likewise blessed Coyote with a vivid, visual, landscape of multi-hued leaves as they joined the tall grasses of the high high meadow in swaying and dancing with the breeze. On to this scene, one day, burst Lonesome, the dog; a German short-haired pointer, to be exact, and an old friend of Coyote. He was the color of a fir tree trunk and carried a longish tail, the underneath of which was white. He looked for all the world like a white-tailed deer as he pranced and gamboled through the woods. Not today. Today, lonesome ran pell mell, looking for Coyote. Usually, he moved as quiet as the deer, a ghost like the wind, and was never seen until he was standing next to you. Now, he was crashing, and smashing his way through the wood and underbrush like a maddened bear. Coyote heard him while he was a mile away and so was not surprised to see his friend come charging into the meadow clearing. The hardship of the trip was apparent. Lonesome’s normally sleek coat was a mass of scratches, blood, sweat and slobber. “Coyote! Coyote ... let me catch my breath.” Lonesome panted, slinging foam about. “They ... they told me you ... were up here. ... met Old Elk and Coon ... a couple of the Deer brothers ... playin’ poker just down the next valley ...” “Easy Lonesome.” replied Coyote, leading the dog to a large flat rock. “Sit down; relax, get your breath. You’re here, now; so am I. A minute longer of suspense won’t hurt anything.” “No, Coyote,” replied the big dog, “that’s just it. There’s no time.” The dog grabbed Coyote and looked him in the eye, “The Rat’s returned!”
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The most any Author can hope for, is imparting part of themselves with their words ... The most any of us, the readers, hope for, is an escape from the moment ... When this happens, true magic is made. Doug Hodges ... weaves his magical world from his experiences, beliefs in life and mother earth ... Doug is on a life quest ... Like the majority of people, he is a work unfinished, what sets him apart, he knows this. He remains in contact with his spiritual guides ... and ... together they take us away ... While most of us are afraid to be different, Doug wears this skin comfortably. He allows all of us to think, wonder, and dares us to change the paradigms of our individuality ... If you have not read Doug’s work yet, what are you waiting for! - The Author D. Everett Newell 4/08/2013
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It was 1998, after several seeming lifetimes of adventures, when I went on a ‘Quest’ in Big Bend, Texas. There, Raven came to me and suggested that I quit my job, one making more than I had ever made previously in my life; sell what I owned, I who absorbed stuff like a sponge absorbs water; leave Colorado, I who had always returned no matter how many times I tried to leave; and to go on the road. Raven spoke of the wonders that I might see if I just let myself be guided by him and any number of other Spirit Animals. And, most importantly, that I would be taken care of ... I, who had always been a control freak and had to have everything in its place, all my ducks in order, who had to always be in charge of myself and my immediate world ... if I only let go and allowed myself to be guided. Lo and behold, this I did. Readers can follow the adventures that ensued, the stories and images, words and songs given to me by the Spirits as I roamed across the land in my previous volumes ... The Voice of Coyote, The Way It Was, Realms, New Vistas, and Passages, collections of stories. I also have two previous volumes of collected poetry, Beloved Mystery and Flock of Dogs. Within these pages are revealed that which has been given to me ... to treasure, to ponder, to share and pass on to those who are curious, excited, and bold enough to listen ... tales, songs, images, words and the spinning of words and worlds, faith and spirituality, past and present and future, woven into a tapestry, I hope which is enlightening, thought-provoking and, most of all, entertaining. Along the way, many people have added their threads to these works, and the work of my life; they, also, may be found within. And you, dear reader, are always welcomed to enter in. I am truly blessed by your visit.