Ruff and I traveled the eastern Santa Monica Mountains of Southern California on our horses. Yellow weeds, dirty sage hills and shady glens held endless treasures to us. Yes, the hills and fields of Mulholland and Los Angeles County were still wild.
Even the new asphalt streets that came soon to cover the earth echoed with the sound of nature and children playing. We were somehow the hillbillies of Woodland Hills.
Not too rich and uncontrollably wild.
The neighborhood was horsey, and Ruff and I noticed the for-sale signs on the empty fields. At dusk, we pulled the real estate posts down with a rope looped around a saddle horn. The signs always were reassembled the next day.
-To Ride a Painted Pony WIld.
Hudley Flipside
Today while checking out the supermarket a mature man and lady talked about his red cap that said, “Make America Great Again.”
I tried to be a good girl, but it is difficult sometimes to refrain and keep to my new moto of,
“Let Go, Stand Aside and receive the gifts.”
The guy behind me with the face of St. Francis of Assisi said,
“It makes no difference. This country is divided.”
I agreed with him.
I still have that naivety which thinks that goodness is the way. Yet discernment is not what rules the world, it is lacking. This earth is not a place of good or evil, it is a place here where all that is admirable resides in each individual.
I told them I am leaving the democratic party. Become an anarchist once more. Biden did betray us. He should have rounded up the criminals at the get go after his win. So here we are.
A twilight zone episode. Where homes are torn down to make big fucking ugly apartments. Where sacred land is raped and recruited for the plenteous and powerful. It is a time of the abounding and potent and their souls are dark. The light may be somewhere because it is getting dark out there.
“A noir story is about people who know what they’re doing is wrong, and they do it anyway. And, typically, there’s hell to pay. We love watching them break the law; we love watching them reap the consequences.”
~ Eddie Muller
