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A restoring appeal…

After the Woolsey Fire Dec. 17, 2018

 

A restoring appeal bound for
the Santa Monica Mountains
The highway moves by way of serpentine.

Black mountains and summative clarity of once
Overgrown trees and sage,
Wild Promethean fennel and yucca plants.

Fog embraces
The black burned earth hills
Holy sprinkles of rain upon the concealed seeds.

Coyote Hill

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Saying goodbye to my family home that I was born to and grew up in is difficult. Seeing Coyote Hill as one of the last hills not to be claimed by a house is rewarding and comforting to me. 

 

On top of Coyote Hill one can almost see the whole San Fernando Valley. Warner Center, turning, Canoga Park, turning, Topanga Canyon, turning, the Santa Monica Mountains, turning and then back to the Woodland Hills; then to the house where I grew up. It is close to a 360 degree view. Climbing to the top of Coyote Hill was a natural workout depending on the time of the year. In summer and autumn it is mostly dry dirt, and during winter towards spring the hill had all sorts of wild weeds, flowers and herbs. My favorite time is when the tall green grass and the purple lupine grow.

The worst is the beautiful but dangerous wild purple thistle that tear up your legs and the fox tails from weeds that get caught in your socks.

H ow many times did I climb Coyote Hill to get away to the place where silence was reachable? I followed the peaceful breeze and experienced the free and wonderful cool blowing sounds of life.

Water color by Hudley wild Thistle..

Watercolor by Hudley wild purple thistle

Silence is more about a peaceful feeling inside than the absence of sound. Coyote Hill supplied all the silence a growing child needed!

W hile walking or driving by in-car or on my bike, I have watched a few wild coyotes take the path up this hill. Once on the very tip-top one turned to look at me.

M y mom’s dreams came true. She told us about the dreams she had where houses would be build up all around our home. Houses cover the hills now, but not Coyote Hill.  As kids, my friends and I would tear down the For-Sale signs to stop the builders. We could not stop them.

In my dreams I see a big gazebo on Coyote Hill. A path goes up to it and a path goes down the other side. It is a free place for anyone to experience wild silence. In my dream I interfere with the natural cycle and plant some native California plants mixed with lots of lavender, rosemary and sage. I would also supply some sort of water source for the dry months of summer and autumn.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/the-sound-of-silence/

Between dreaming and sleeping early this morning I saw Jupiter

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I felt my feet pivoting and then I was on my tip toes

Between dreaming and sleeping early this morning I saw Jupiter. The image was not from a telescope or from a remembered picture, or from a book. It is not like any other image I’ve seen before of Jupiter. I was close and looking down upon this planet and its amazing golden, creamy, reddish, and brown colors.  I was at a remote distant viewing of Jupiter. My feelings awakened to Jupiter’s majesty.

I then whispered this to my husband as he kissed me before going to work,

“I am viewing Jupiter… ”

The door closed as he left and I fell back to sleep. I caught three scenes from a fast-moving dream play which is fading fast as I type. First I was with Sony again. A white mustang I had as a kid. I was riding and we were on our way to the Santa Monica mountains. The next scene I  was about to dance. I looked at a young adult male who did not know how to dance. It was ballroom dancing. I took his hands and we proceeded to dance around the room. The room was full of music, laughter and we were moving fast. I felt my feet pivoting and then I was on my tip toes.

The last scene which was an irritating irradiance and flowing

The last scene which was an irritating irradiance and flowing theme of a guy on a bike with a black t-shirt pedaling fast. I tried to follow him but lost him in my fast-moving dream; because he was going in the opposite direction.

I awoke with my senses swirling within me and around me as a soft breeze; happy that I caught some dream memory and wondering what Jupiter was whispering to me, this God of Sky and thunder.

thCA0VVOPC

On the Road with EEKA EEKA Boom Boom: An Image Review…

 CDS that we have been listening to or new ones.

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Summer time is the time to do things. So what better thing to do then review some CDs. I shall begin with The Sword Of Fatima EEKA EEKA Boom Boom. Recorded June 2009 , June 2010.

https://myspace.com/swordsoffatima/music/songs

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When on vacation this CD is a must.. these images are inspired by their songs… on our way through the car wash and then on our car trip through the Santa Monica Mountains…

At the car wash… one can experience free art… that vanishes as a Tibetan Buddhist sand painting…

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 Be inspired on the road to the sounds of The Swords of Fatima DSC01339 On the road with Swords of Fatima 2013