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Told destiny continues

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Typing words over two years as poems, stories and current events.

Smiling she knows this free creativity.

The responsibility and following it though to this very day.

Consistence moving.

  Spice and herbs of muses’ magic.

Documenting a mind.

A vast open technology.

This told destiny continues until comes her death?

 

 

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Wrinkles

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Continuity of Life watercolors Hudley

We do not live in an old age friendly culture. I think we all feel a bit scared aging. If we, as human beings, honored our elders as wise we might look past the wrinkles of age and look more upon the character, humor and love that often comes with age.  If we make it to 40 this is when we realize that we are not getting any younger. Then if we don’t fight it we can review our life, a recapitulation, a spiraling around and looking at life. Looking at the continuity of life is so important.  For me it is also looking at friends in my life. Why some endure with time and others fade away. Then there are the friends that come up from the past to surprise me with complete joy. This is freedom to me… to have friends that take me for who I am without judgments, conditions or prejudices about how I look on the outside. I see joy also in the sun, moon, stars and cosmos as a consistency that life will go on some way or another. 

My Poem of Age…

Rosemary and purple flowers

Laugh at me and show me your mockery

My heart will endure regardless of your callousness.

Moons hide from me behind the clouds

As if you do not know I am here

I will still drink my beer and enjoy its bubbles.

Water makes my feet too cold

Freeze me with your flowing gossip

I will dry you off with a clean rough towel

Tossing you in the washer to be cleaned.

Fire dancing warm as red, purple and orange

Burn my body after I die

Ash I once was and ash I will become again

My spirit will forgive you all

It is continually young.

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The Wise Ones: Stencil Relief by Hudley

 

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Coyote Hill

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Coyote Hill.

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 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 year. In summer and autumn, it is mostly dry dirt. 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 grew. The worst time is the beautiful but dangerous wild purple thistle that tore up your legs or the fox tails that got caught in my socks.


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Water color by Hudley wild Thistle..


How 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.

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

While 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.

My mom’s dreams come true.

She told us about the dreams she had where houses would be built up all around our home. Houses cover the hills now, but not Coyote Hill.  As kids, my friends and I would tear down the realtor 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 climbs up to it and a path 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/

Sympathy for the ‘tongue tied’

Mr Shit from Flopside Comics

Mr. Dang he has dementia… but as an old punker we love him anyway?

While li’vin the world of a fu’kin paradox & absurdity,

fine foggy morn’in & gleam’ins of hope tease me,

Like’em carrot,

as’in horse-drawn carriage.

Bliss’in & hope heals the mind,

hearts yellow as them cars,

Cause the VW Bug is tell’in me so,

ha’rts beat’in bright beauti’ful en’gine.

(Flopside Comics. Absurd adult comics with toilet paper humor. Not for those without a nasty and stupid sense of humor.)

Mr Dang told me to post this song too cause it goes well with the theme of this post and writ’in challenge A manner of speaking... (I think he plays this song way ta’much !!)