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Snippets: It’s Winter Edition

I’ve been away from this space for a long time. For a while, all my words went to my book. After that, my words swirled around and around in my head like butterflies because I was too tired to write them down. I am so tired… It’s dark at 5pm now. There’s snow on all the north-facing hillsides. It’s November! I worked so hard this year, so fully and completely, and I’m trying to tell myself it’s OK to lay around and read books and hang out with friends and not dive into the nine million new projects I want to dive into but don’t have energy for at the moment. In the past month, I’ve read Hunger Makes Me A Modern Girl – which I loved, particularly because Sleater-Kinney was the soundtrack of my early 20s – and The Autobiography of Malcolm X – which is one of those books I’ve had on my shelf for years but never committed to because it’s 500 pages. It was worth committing to. I found myself replacing “white devils” with “The 1%” and his messages from 6o years ago are still so relevant – to all of us.

It’s also been hard to force myself to attend to the tedium of daily life. I had an excuse to ignore it all this summer (bills and laundry and cleaning the house and stuff of that nature) – the book demanded everything from me; demanded, as books do, that I dive head first into the never-never-land of creation. I loved it. I loved being in that space, being a disciple of the project and nothing else. But now it’s over…. and I still have a sleeping bag on my bed because I need to wash sheets and haven’t yet, and I have a one-inch-tall stack of paperwork and bills on my desk that I must (MUST!) attend to today, and I have cauliflower in the fridge that needs to be turned into soup…. switching gears is hard and I’m a little depressed by it. I’m glad summer is over and I’m glad the book is done but I miss the summer, I miss sitting outside in the shade with my pen and paper and Charlie curled up next to me, I miss being in the cocoon of pure creation. From this distance, now that it’s over, I can easily forget the stress and anguish and tears and sleep deprivation and look back at it as a pocket of time and space of pure magic.

There’s still magic in my life. Two days after I turned in the book, Mike came home with a puppy. The cutest smartest sweetest softest cuddliest puppy! His name is Sage and he is amazing. Chloe is crazy about him (the feeling is mutual) and Ivan, our demon cat, is crazy about him, too. Thanks to Sage, Ivan has grown a heart. They roughhouse together and nap together and it’s the sweetest thing. {The hyperbole is REAL with this puppy.} Charlie is not a fan, and I wonder if that’s because Sage arrived in October and now it’s November and this reasoning will make sense when you read the book. Mike wonders if it’s because Sage is a male canine. We shall see. Charlie was watching cows while sunbathing yesterday, looking very peaceful and sweet, and when Sage and I walked over, Charlie looked up at me with heart eyes, then shifted his glance to Sage and bared his teeth. He didn’t bother growling, his pupils didn’t dilate; it was the most nonchalant baring of teeth I’ve ever seen. It was the equivalent of blowing cigarette smoke in someone’s face to make them leave. Maybe they’ll be friends by Spring. Maybe not. Regardless, there’s plenty of love to go around….

But seriously, look at this puppy:

sagefirtssnowHRD

More magic: I went on an incredible, life-changing adventure at the very end of October. It deserves a full blog post of its own. Coming soon, now that I’m writing things down again…..
Also deserving of blog posts: the bees, the cows, a full Farmily update. One reader suggested an update in the style of a “Farmily holiday letter,” an idea I love. Soon, soon….. the short version is that all is well.

A Note About Books

Hi Everyone!

I’ve been getting a wave of emails all with the same question – when will books go out??? As stated in the listing, books ship in November. The exact date depends on when I get them from the printer. The printers began bindery (sewing each book together) a couple of weeks ago, so it’s getting close. So exciting!

International orders will go out first to allow for the most transit time across borders before the holidays. Then US orders will fly out just as fast as my elves and I can wrap and box and wrap and box. All US orders will be sent via USPS Priority Mail ~ transit time should only be a few days once they leave my hands. Tracking numbers will be automatically sent out to everyone via my shipping program when your books fly out.

Thank you so much! I’m so happy you are so excited for this!
~ S

The 2018 Charlie Calendar!


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I didn’t know if I’d have it in me after the book… but I did!
I could not break tradition!

the 2018 {best yet} Charlie calendar

Click HERE for details, larger pictures, and to order yours,
or find ’em in my Shop: shop.dailycoyote.net

FREE SHIPPING NOTE: If you ordered a hard copy of The Daily Coyote: Ten Years In Photographs, you may enter discount code THEBOOK during checkout on your calendar order for free shipping. And I shall safely snuggle your calendar(s) in with your book(s) and ship them together! NOTE: You must press the little “+” sign next to the discount code for it to be applied! I have sent a note to the tech people about how stupid and un-intuitive the current layout is!(PDF/digital book orders are not eligible for this offer.) ★

Serious Question

Serious question: After mass murders such as Vegas (I hate the sanitized euphemism of "shootings"), there is discussion of mental health, and rightfully so – our system and society have gaping holes where mental health care is concerned. Too much stigma, not enough treatment and support. But I wonder what we, as individuals, can do. If intervention (another annoying word that covers up real meaning), early enough and often enough, would prevent someone from taking these awful actions, what does that intervention look like? What are the small things we can do that might add up to meaningful impact? And further: what if the people who would benefit from these interventions want none of it? We all know people who suffer from addiction and nothing, NOTHING we do or say is more powerful than their addiction. Mental illness can often manifest similarly. Someone I was once very close with suffers from mental illness which she refuses to investigate or treat and it has destroyed her relationships, destroyed her family, and while I keep the faith that it won't destroy her child, it's certainly doing a number on him. But what can one do, especially when they cut you off, cut everyone off but the enablers and the dependents? The system does nothing to help these people and these people hurt other people and so it's on us to step in, but how? What does that look like? What do we do?

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After mass murders such as Vegas (I hate the sanitized euphemism of “shootings”), there is discussion of mental health, and rightfully so – our system and society have gaping holes where mental health care is concerned. Too much stigma, not enough treatment and support.

But I wonder what we, as individuals, can do. If intervention (another annoying word that covers up real meaning), early enough and often enough, would prevent someone from taking these awful actions, what does that intervention look like? What are the small things we can do that might add up to meaningful impact?

And further: what if the people who would benefit from these interventions want none of it? We all know people who suffer from addiction and nothing, NOTHING we do or say is more powerful than their addiction. Mental illness can often manifest similarly.

Someone I was once very close with suffers from mental illness which she refuses to investigate or treat and it has destroyed her relationships, destroyed her family, and while I keep the faith that it won’t destroy her child, it’s certainly doing a number on him. But what can one do, especially when they cut you off, cut everyone off but the enablers and the dependents?

The system does nothing to help these people and these people hurt other people and so it’s on us to step in, but how? What does that look like? What do we do?

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Read thoughts from others on my IG post here.

Last Call!

The ordering window for The Daily Coyote: Ten Years will close FOREVER as soon as the book goes to press, which could be as early as next Monday!

Those who ordered the book earlier this spring and summer got a survey, in which they got to choose the book cover from three options (which can be seen here). It was tied between howl and flowers for a while, but flowers pulled ahead…

I was working on the final version of the cover and thought…. oh… what am I going to do for the *back* cover? And then I figured out what to do and the back cover is amazing. I love it so much. YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE IT SO MUCH!

If you would like to have this book, please place your order ASAP, which you can do HERE. There will not be any other chance to get this book once the ordering window closes. This is it!

In other news, the Sandhill cranes said goodbye on Sunday. They pranced and sang beside our pond, then I watched them fly away. Whoever gets them next, you are lucky.

Charlie is digging out his man cave again. He doesn’t use it in spring or summer, but the weather has turned and fall is in the air.

My beehive is my church.

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