She-wolf rode it like a wave.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

History:

The she-wolf clan worked for the extraordinarily rich at the time of the Inquisition. Working in their fields and farms as shepherds. Living in the woods and sitting in their clans around their campfires. Sometimes wearing the skin of the wolf.

Sacred to them and very ancient, old, and ritualistic. Like many Aboriginal people who lived off the land, sometimes during the colder seasons when hunting and gathering was bleak they had to be creative. A chosen one would put on their wolf skin and go to the rich man’s field and steal one or two of the sheep to feed their families. When caught they were crucified with wolf skin on. Declared,

“Lycanthropy “

The devil she-wolf …

and so, the legend was born.

Every autumn we are reminded of the return of the she-wolf who seeks justice from an unjust world …. especially on the first full moon of Autumn!

Reflection and music:

We heard a loud cry from the second story building and theater and looked up. There was Ross.

“Hudley, in a heavy English accent.

It was a few years ago in Ventura County that GBH came out to greet my family and I. Colin saying,

“We got a real treat for you; we will be playing Lycanthropy live tonight.”

As a fanzine writer I had the fantastic opportunity of meeting all the bands. I became close to Charged GBH. They would tease me by saying that they would play Lycanthropy live. So, on stage the drum, bass and guitar would lead into the song to expand into another. I was not the only one being teased either.

The intensity of physical activity at events has increased compared to the 1980s. In the past, mosh pits were physically demanding but fostered a sense of unity, including support for those who fell or female participants, or she-wolfs.

The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.

Owl Cluster

Autumn always takes on a new flavor of life. Looking for a poem and an image in my vast collection of poems, course essays, watercolor paintings, and photos can be overwhelming.

I looked so different through my 30s, 40s, and 50s. I was round and motherly sometimes with exceptionally long hair. Yet with a family to take care of, I guess I did not worry so much about how I looked. I was healthy. A little depressed about my images but kind of happy with how I look now, which is much different and polished.

I was looking for a poem I wrote in 1989 entitled, The Rose that Fell in Love with the Owl. I thought about this poem due to my current discovery of two clusters in the constellation of Cassiopeia.

Caroline’s Rose or the White Rose Cluster

Caroline’s Rose or the White Rose Cluster and the Owl Cluster are in the same constellation of Cassiopeia. So, the poem popped into my mind. That is one thing I have learned in my old age. My mind is particularly good at holding on to things and analyzing information. I must admit it is a strange poem after typing it up and not having read it for close to 40 years.

The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.

The owl to the rose:

Come visit me if you can,

Don’t come if you can’t,

For I won’t be waiting for you,

And don’t be waiting for me.

For I don’t need you,

I don’t want you,

But if you do share yourself,

That is fine with me,

Or not,

I’ll be happy either way.

For your happy, sexy, and warm,

Whether you’re with me or without me,

I’m happy, sexy, and warm,

Whether I’m with you or without you.

For we are two individuals,

I’m an owl and you are a rose,

When together or apart!

Any blending while together,

Is an experience from the heart,

For you care for me,

And I care for you,

But don’t want me,

And don’t wait for me,

For you are wanting to hold me,

Is like grasping ambiguously,

In the dark.

Watch my wings glimmer,

As I fly away.

And you’re needing to be with me,

Is only an illusionary warm spark.

The rose took a long gulp of air …

The owl:

“I don’t want to desire or have any expectations for you,

So, don’t want or desire or have any expectations for me.

For if you have any of that stuff for me,

I’ll make me as a mirror,

And reflect yourself back at you,

Cracking the hope,

Spearing that bond,

Throwing you back to yourself,

Any gift you wanted to give, my dear.

Don’t want what you can’t have!

I’ll miss holding you,

I’ll miss caressing you,

Even if your thorns stick me.

I’ll give you a few little essences of myself,

But the only thing this will be,

Are the memories.

And when you are on your way home,

You’ll still be happy, sexy, and warm,

I won’t be there,

But I do care,

Don’t think that you need me,

Because you have you,

don’t think that you want me,

because you can’t have me,

because when your thorn’s cry,

aching for the owl you love,

I won’t be there,

Take what is around you,

Another owl or another friend,

Because you can’t have me.”

The owl quickly flew away crying a Hoot.

The rose,

Cried herself to sleep

Knowing that the owl’s honesty was

something she had to accept.

And her open bloom so heavy with a peak of scent,

drew back and closed.

A bud back and her way home from the blossomed

dreams reached expanded

and now had contracted, calmed, and withdrawn,

shaking, shaking with

the warp and weft of the living patterns of life.

But while sitting there she heard

a cat talking to a dog behind her.

He barked and cracked a joke…

Rose: He, He, He” … her belly knotted with humor.

Ilomantis Ginsburgae

Women’s History Month

#WomensHisotryMonth.

“Ilomantis ginsburgae is a new species of leaf-dwelling praying mantis from Madagascar. Scientists from The Cleveland Museum of Natural History named the new species to honor Ruth Bader Ginsburg, associate justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, for her relentless fight for gender equality.

– Credit: Rick Wherley, Cleveland Museum of Natural History.”

Here at The Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing / Flopside Comics we grieve Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s death and we hope she inspires other women to her high and noble real life ideals of living justice.

She was not the first woman justice, but she was the first voice for women’s justice.

On leadership

“Fight for the things that you care about, but do it in a way that will lead others to join you.”

~Ruth Bader Ginsburg

The Thread

I remember when the Woolsey Fire hit our neighborhood. It was terrifying and I was so afraid. The lovely Santa Monica Mountains were raged by a wildfire to such a terrible degree. I thought it would never end but it did. Nature is slowly recovering. Our communities are still feeling the loss…. Yet holding on to our thread of life makes what we endured meaningful. One cannot deny that nature can be a powerful monster. The elements can take away our sense of balance and hope. Yet again we can not let go of the thread of life because we are part of this, and we will go on regardless of life lost and how nature is damaged. Bless us all.

Michael Meade speaks of a thread that we need to hold onto in these changing times. It is a sobering podcast that shares hope. He does not look away from our individual or collective shadow either. We must acknowledge and not deny what we are facing now during a pandemic, wildfires, and political rage.

Michael Meade Podcasts, Three Pieces of Wisdom

https://www.mosaicvoices.org/podcast

Here are two posts I did a few months after the Woolsey fire…. I know in my soul that nature never lets go of the thread.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woolsey_Fire