Posts Tagged ‘Kokopelli’

Returning Hero

April 21, 2010

Coco Pelli

Here is a picture of Coco (middle name Pelli) taken today, April 21, 2010, the day after his return from Walkabout – new wisdom and maturity already beginning to gleam forth, don’t you think? His 13th birthday is in two days, that’s 91 years old in dog years. His two days and two nights lost in the woods might figure to about 3 months in dog time. It sure felt like 3 months to his Mama.

I grieved his death then got him back. This is certainly a rite of spring and of what we celebrate at Easter – resurrection. Kokopelli in the Hopi world is considered a god of fertility among other things, his flute playing calling forth the leaves and plants from their underground graves.

I do believe that Nature orchestrated this experience right before Coco’s birthday, and right before mine, for a reason. We both know something now that we didn’t before, though I can’t tell you what any more clearly than Coco can. It is a celebration of birth and new life, of death and renewal of life, of love for each other and of life itself, and of hope through the dark nights in life. Just as I am typing now those little eyes in the picture of him are penetrating me with information from some mysterious world. So many tricks up God’s sleeves. What will be next?

Walkabout

April 20, 2010

Well my little man Coco went on a Walkabout, an important aboriginal initiation into adulthood. He’s an adult now, all 12.5 pounds of him. He left my side while I was conducting a retreat in the steep, gorgeous mountains of Etowah, NC, and somehow didn’t find his way back for two days. In his 13 years of life I’ve never been worried about him for more than 5 minutes because he stays close. But this time he struck out and wandered for nights and days.

On Coco’s side of the story we will never know all that happened. But I do know he survived hunger, walking up a steep mountain for miles, uncertainty, fear, loneliness, bears, coyotes, cold, pain and god-knows what else until he landed on the porch of a young family who called to say they had found him. On my side of the experience were a worried group of women who organized like great-hearted hunters to find this dog. We combed the woods for hours, put out posters on roads and in town. I slept outdoors both nights on the spot from which he had vanished hoping he would find the scent back to me.

He’s back in my Max Patch home now. He’s in pain. He’s passed out. Kokopelli has initiated us both to a level neither of us can yet understand or appreciate. Be careful who you name your dog for. Coco-Pelli my dog, and Kokopelli the god have taken me down to the bone. I am going to curl up into a fetal position and sleep for 24 hours.