the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: July, 2012

spilling rubies

“Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.”

image: susu laroche
text: Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With The Wolves: Contacting The Power Of The Wild Woman


page 251: happiness


it needed a repost…
(via ymfy)



“Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn.
Give it to your mother to listen to when she’s in sorrow.”
― Yoko Ono

Marianne Batlle Large Brooch: here

sing, sing a song

The sun is bright and now we are free
Yes, it’s just my llama and me



I want to be dust
caught by the wet
that brings forth weeds
and wildflowers;

(during a dust storm)
poem: what i want to be



water, water, drought,
dirt, clay,
grass, weeds.
baby cries –
cry cry cry.
fly repellent –
i need to make my own.

2012: worst drought in 12 years.

irrigation day

“When it is understood that one loses joy and happiness in the attempt to possess them, the essence of natural farming will be realized. The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

and I feel enough confidence



Do you write every day?


No. I write in spurts. I write when I have to because the pressure builds up and I feel enough confidence that something has matured in my head and I can write it down. But once something is really under way, I don’t want to do anything else. I don’t go out, much of the time I forget to eat, I sleep very little. It’s a very undisciplined way of working and makes me not very prolific. But I’m too interested in many other things.

via here (thank you Erica)
image: here

friday tune

the sky is burning
(but today there is rain)

thank you sara for this.

in the hang


“A cowgirl gets up in the morning,
decides what she wants to do
and does it.”
-Marie Lords, 1861

image: “Kitty Canutt” riding Winnemucca in 1919 (here)