In 1987 I joined together with a group of men to form a men’s group. We called ourselves The Coyotes after the trickster figure known to many indigenous cultures of North America. Like the trickster, we fancied ourselves as rule breakers and troublemakers who wanted to get outside the box and live our lives authentically. All of us who comprised the group were artists and healers, who yearned to slip below the surface of the world of appearances to explore the deeper meaning of our relationships – with our self, each other and the world. Even then, we knew that the rules we’d been taught to follow had no power in the worlds-between-worlds we wanted to explore – the in-between realms that are neither this nor that, never solid or certain and ever unfolding. At the edge of chaos, in the multi-dimensional, non-ordinary bardo realms, there are no discreet lines between subject and object, between past, present and future. It is an utterly fluid reality, most familiar to us in our dreams. Thirty-three years later, though some have come, and some have gone, we are still the Coyotes. Still shapeshifting, making trouble and seeing how far we can bend the rules without their breaking. These seven photographs are an attempt to share some of what we have experienced on our travels – Coyotes in the Bardo.