“Coyote, where did you bury your doubt?” My therapist asked me this months ago. I haven’t been back to therapy, been playing with clay and dancing around Northern & Southern California, Nevada, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona. I don’t know where I’ve buried my doubt. Possibly in a room, a memory, a last breath. I told her, “I don’t fear what I want. I just know it’s something I need to follow.” I will bury my grief here. I will bury my hope. My love, my biggest joy, my peace, it all lies here: In this body, in the sands, in a future vision. (Self portraits on the White Sands, NM)