A Very Smart Woman's Household Tips

In this Crazy Life: Tips and Tricks- Part 2!: I'm overwhelmed by all of your kind words and emails asking for more tips and ideas, and for all of the wonderful tips you have left for me...

MINTY MINTMINT

Hey!  My new mint plant has proliferated to a point of craziness!  today I had the most pleasurable experience of harvesting ...supersonic smells of lovely humming good health inducing vibes...the mint yumminess, the piqued expectation of anticipations of warm mint tea by the fire in the winter, and at the next heat wave, yes I shall make ice mint tea with it, Thank You Creator

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http://www.tarsem.org/#/reel

Love of Words

Torn between the shift and the blazor, I recommend a running deer speckled with a pink Zebra, to the oldest but newer black tuxedo.  

A Horsey Naughty Time

I remember riding the horses in rural Quebec when it was minus thirty-five with a terrifying wind chill factor.  We didn't use saddles when it was that cold - we had to ride bareback for the warm animal contact or our legs and labia would freeze.   

The horses had winter coats like fluffy kitty cats.  The fur stuck straight out at a ninety degree angle from their skins.  It was hell to groom them - we had to sponge dry clean them and brush and brush and it took hours.  My horse was a huge honey and white spotted pinto and needless to say I spent the most time dry-cleaning, everyone else had brown or black horses.  

I had two best girlfriends that I played on the horses with.  We had experimental lustful preteen sexual relations with each other and it was incredibly exciting.  It also strengthened and spiritualized our emotional relationships with each other.  We all went to the same school, rode horses and ate, talked, learned and slept together.

Out in the bush we experienced total freedom and bliss in terms of environment.  The beauty was so huge it took over our beings and allowed us be creative and happy and to fly to any direction we saw.  The horses were an integral part of that.  The sensation of galloping a horse flat out is one of the most exhilarating and fulsome experiences on earth.  The huge live beast between your legs with pounding hooves causes massive endorphin rushes that build soul and spirit.

Translate that into our own sexual language.  We were so close to our freedom that we took turns playing with each other and learning each others’ bodies with a ferocious tenderness.  We dressed and danced and performed elaborate mating rituals with each other.  We turned one living room into our harem filled with each other.  We lived in our secret world of horses and the gentle sexing of each other and it was so fine.

Oh Horses

In my youth when I was the champion three day eventer for my age, along with my two girlfriends Sarah and Susan.

We ran the horseshows with the local chapter of the Pony Club and we won everything, all the time, it was great fun!  Lovely horses too, my favourite during that time period was Apache. He was a sixteen three hand Pinto – some kind of a Warm Blood I'm thinking in the here and now.   I didn't really know or care about the horses’ breeding back then.  But he was big boned for a pinto, certainly no Arab blood - more like oversized Quarter Horse with a bit of workhorse mixed in there somewhere.  What a lovely guy, super friendly and accommodating.  He'd let us ride two and three on his back during hayrides and sleigh-rides.

He also turned out to be a very good Three Day Event horse and actually the practise of Dressage turned out to be one of his strong points.  He looked great executing the moves in the ring; le piaffe, le passage, etc.   This was back before the larger boned dressage horses were popular again and people were in the practise of using skinny little thoroughbreds, never as magnificent looking in a full “on top of the bit” crested pose as a thick - chested all purpose hunting/war horse.

Surely there is nothing so earthly magnificent as a fully mature male super-horse, large and strong and healthy,  rising up in complete supplication  to perform a difficult but beautiful pose, in complete domination by the(usually) female human atop the handsome beast.

The lovely emotional playground for the horse and the girl, so filled with glee and excitement and gratification  - beauty, grace…all in one so simple an image, so perfect a ancient form of Art.

And riding it!  I do remember the clinch of metal teeth again towards bits, tackle, long leather straps, equipment of discipline, regulated and controlled, carefully clocked against the domination of the beast, punishment instruments finely tuned to stay just in the apex, on the edge, surely dangerous with the big animal and his trusted love, his giant metal hooves coated in steel just one push just one shove and you are

         

New Poems

Scare Crow

I looked, I saw, I cracked.  I bit retreat,

Fell off the wagon of my sane, blind, recalcitrant bullhorn.

She made me.  Made me up of a thousand working parts

The table of metrics sonambulant, a blasphemic prophet

Died trying, tied to that tree (read Yellow Ribbon) in a pose

Akin to a falling pine, in the woods, without words, within the blind spot

Yes that one, the one made of air, of infinity, the saddest weeping you have ever heard

Mild Musings

When quiet, she bled.

   Up a storm

Inner heads, next to the sanctum of my gasping yet saint like flattery

The morbid indecency of a tweaked and swollen esophagus

The trailer trash nonsense, my pillared words they are

Bleeding down that path, on the trail, up her road

Well travelled, ya

To the BoatHouse

My lingerie; is tired, with trying, for twenty three long lonely years.

A page in history, a webbed screen, a series of i’s and o’s - those rhyming couplets

There! A young woman desparately scratching at the place

Within her soul, the one so many tried at, they said, try, keep on trying

You too will fall far, for the golden apple

  Of acceptance

While the middle east bloodbath ringing call to pray bells, in both of my ears

Up the Hill Backwards

Triumph to tribute to back down into the fallen tree trunk

The one that David Bowie carved his words out of pain

Terrorizing his spirit, my voice a gentle wisp of greenish hue

Spread them legs honey, spread them good and wide

And I’ll just insert this here tool into your cervix

The one we cannot fix.

Liza Tried.

I’ze the byes that build the fort

In conjunctin with every passer by

The sign of a stranger.

The ones dressed in honey bee red

Silk panties stroking inner thigh

Splendid aching upon that arch

Of orgasm, of spindled release

The beating thrum of a thousand

No, a million, sonic booms under the water

Thread like fissures, built of ancient bone

Fill up my need like

Salt in the wound of my

Strongest welt

Congenital Iconic Cognizance.

She looked, she walked

She bowed her head. 

A fit and a half

Equals

Wheels of sordid temperature, bending within

Without a wind of tortured sodomy

My electric bowels emptied again, for the fourth time this day.

quinacridone violet and phthalo blue

The rosy greenish purples

Pinkened whitely

blackened orangely

a greyed silver

peony yellow and satire Red

*NOTE – performance, hold up the colours, the different ones for each like Fanny and I discussed

A Woman/Man

…the place where my balls were once

(in another life)

sits unhappily on its pillow of skin

Mythological

There are several mythological creatures

Living in my zoo, and I don’t know what to name them all.

Should I name them after living monuments, like Tiger, Fur-Bearing Snake and

Tiddly Winkly the carbonated soda monkey?

Or, should I reach back, way back, in to that place of death meets pain meets revival

Of the fittest

And grab a hold of the one I am constantly mocking, the one I am constantly making, pseudo genuine feelings, a second nature for my twisted and battered next of kin, yes, she, the one in pink.

Good Creatures

How could this place, hold so many of the naked past whimsies

That flittered around the inside my locked hymen

Bosoms and never matured little skin flaps

Cross reference to the Stallion

Ripping her mane with his Teeth

In every effort to mount and do.

BEAUTIFUL lyrics, performance, wonderful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Thank you ANGELA, who is my Valentine, on Valentines Day

The Love and The Blissssssss (a reminder of Summer on this cold winter day)

The Great and Good White Headed Bald Eagle, or Kipawa

Its a beautiful day today in Vancouver, BC, Canada...the sun is shining and I walked home all the way through downtown from waterfront across the Burrard Street bridge to our home here in Kitsilahno Point.  It was a great thing to do, for the exercise and also I checked on my two Eagle friends well I don’t' know if I can call them friends.  More like they are my God/Goddess connexxion!  Anyway their nest is in the big tree just by the Burrard Bridge.  I have been observing them for about six years now.  I know the yearly cycle off by heart.  It goes like this

Nov - January - fix up tree/nest for this years offspring by getting new branches and re-enforcing the existing nest infrastructure when necessary.  Photo below:  Susi Milne

January - February - play around and kiss each other and sit on the totem pole together preening each others wings and finally mating.

Photo below: Susi Milne

 

February - April - eggs are laid!, and the two take turns sitting on them, while the other gets food and flys around

Mid-april - eggs hatch!  I spy on them with a great birdscope I have, a telescope for birdwatching that is amazingly magnified.  I have certain vantage points and I can see right into the nest!  There is nothing sweeter in this world than the experience of seeing the new baby eagles upon hatching with their HALARIOUS furry round balls of fluff- heads, big eyes, they wobble around and fall over all around the huge nest! 

April - July - the best oh the best...the Eaglets grow up slowly, they are fed by the parents, crow, seagull, small mammels like mice, etc., its wonderful to watch the parents feed them down their little throats

May - July - the Eaglets wobble at first then get stronger and prance around the nest, trying out their wings...flapping and flapping until they get the hang of it..then they flap and flap and go up into the air a little bit...THEN!  the most wonderful - they start to do their flying exercises...they climb up and up in the nest, until they are sitting on the very edge of it and they flap their HUGE by this time - wings and jump up! And 'fly' down into the middle of the nest!  It is SO HALARIOUS!!!

July - Maiden Flight -  After practising in their huge tree for a good month,   they start to fly from branch to branch and then finally in July, they make their maiden flights.  I have been lucky enough to witness one maiden flight out of the dozen or so babies I have watched. How do I know it was a first flight you ask?  Well...the baby was on the branch flapping and flapping and the parents were BOTH flying around and around him/her and make encouraging eagle noises, you could just tell by listening that was what it was...and the baby was flapping and jumping from branch to branch, and suddenly!  He/she flew OUT into the AIR with both wings going crazy flapping and the bably was making these high pitched sort of scared silly but very excited noises!!! And the parents were screaming their heads off!  The other baby was squaking and jumping up and down in the nest...then the baby did a complete circle out in the air by the tree and came back to land on a branch by the nest.  All the other eagles were so happy and screaming praise and happiness at the bird, it was so cool.

Below is a photograph I took of a Juvenile Eagle about one year old.

I sit on a fold out three legged stool with my birdscope and my supplies for a good 4-6 hours during the May - July period and just WATCH them interacting with each other in the nest.  I canot believe how it holds my attention. I have no problem sitting there for HOURS, its so wonderful.  I draw them and paint them and take photos. I love it, and I am so grateful to the Creator for this uplifting and joy giving experience.  Here is a photo I took of an Eaglet three months old

I heard a great story about Eagle Nests from a friend of mine once at an  art opening, his name is Lawrence Paul Yuxweluptun - here is his site go look at it he is truly amazing

http://www.lawrencepaulyuxweluptun.com/

anyway I was at this opening with him, and we happened to be standing together waiting for something to happen, a video to start or another action... and I was making small talk with him.  I said "Hey Lawrence, I have had the honour of viewing some wonderful Eagles for the last few years, at Kits Point" and proceeded to tell him all about it.  He was looking at me in a funny way...and he said, "you know Susi, a few years ago they did a surveillance project with all of the Urban Eagle Nests to determine stability and get some numbers on what is happening with them - there were thirty-six healthy Eaglets born in the GVRD last year." 

Below two Adult Eagles Mating Ritual - Photo: Susi Milne

"they found that the Urban Eagles nests were built with a surprising amount of materials that the Eagles had scavenged from humans.  Many of them have parts of and whole leather collars all twined and fitted into their infrastructure - some nests have been there in the same location, each with the yearly renovation for forty years.  These collars are all different colours some baby blue and some mostly pink with the names "fluffy" and "fido" - from small dogs and cats that they get to eat".

Below a gorgeous shot of Adult Eagle - photo by Susi Milne

I have never been able to confirm Mr. Yuxweluptun's claim about this but I bet its true. He had a twinkle in his eye when he was telling me though!

Anyway I just LOVE that visual!  Those nests all brown and black twigs and roots and tree branches, with the bright baby blue and pink peeking out all through!  So hilarious!

FNGovernance

http://fngovernance.org/ncfng_research/milloy.pdf

If you go down to the Battlements today

You're in for a big surprise...!

If you go down to the Battlements today
You'd better go in DISGUISE..!

For every kitty that was a kitty has prepped the part that has the art
Today's the day the kittycats get their re-venge!

Watch out, all you mean humans that have hurt kitties in the world!
We have a baby dinosaur on our side!

Sniffy the Rat - CBC Archive Footage

Yes, that is me with the green vest, the backwards baseball cap and red braid, all twenty nine years of me, shouting "Where's the cops???" protecting Rick Gibson from the angry mob back in 1990.  It was a performance art piece that I curated through the Pit Gallery (Unit 36 Society, not to be confused with others of same name today and then).  We got international front page in most major urban centres around the world that day and alot of newspaper coverage of the event.  I was quoted in the Globe and Mail at length and my favourite part of that was "You say there is no difference between Noriega slaughtering civilians In Panama, and the little boy down the well in Texas in terms of media coverage?  Well I say there is a major f***ing difference..."


etcetera


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and oh so much fun


http://archives.cbc.ca/arts_entertainment/visual_arts/clips/1604/

And its quite fascinating how the cats get really spooked by this story, I think they check in with you know who, it certainly looks like it here...

LIttle Animal Paintings - For Sale BTW

Letter to an Old Friend

Cliff

Thank you so much for these old photos.  They awaken the slumbering enveloped memories, circumnavigate a simple piercing JOY rebounding now to me, from the simple but profound memories of that child hood, yes, that one, the beautiful, stunningly gorgeously miraculous one... in its physical form.  The one that was mine.   The one that I shared with some other luck ducky's like YOU, Clifford Quain my wonderful friend who telepathically knows EXACTLY what I require to pull me out of a dreadful self abasing wound that is my general emotion these days boo hoo.

When I looked at the photos this is what has happened.  A reaction that is extremely beautiful, other worldly and intense...here goes my description, I hope I can do it justice...

Images ruffle by quickly, silently, some still, some movement - in my mind's eye see a large scale slide/powerpt presentation with no mechanics around it, the gigantic screen and quality of image.  Flipping, flipping.  Colour form shape all torn up with love and emotional breakdown (appropriate in this case!)

These images are massive gold to my psyche...emotionally monumental to me, like Eagles or other large birds of prey.  Dead-pan, they zoom into my vision,  where all the peripheral has been taken away - caught up and in - tangled beyond a capacity for words.  This peripheral conversation a deep psychic language of the soul, as old maybe as the linear measurement of time due to earth humans speaking earth language on this planet.

So, we (we, meaning you and I, as I have somehow given you a window beside my outside self's window, we sit and watch together).  We gently leave the peripheral.  My self-prescribed acute intent is fostered brutally through the inner core of my physical being, the palates, the five points on my body that correspond with my worship elements - Earth Fire Water Air and Spirit (Love).

http://thealchemicalegg.com/VitruviusN.html

Back to Earth Susi.  View the photos on the machine, as dear friend Cliff has sent them.  The curve of the road, the gentle deep burrowing of the Precambrian Shield http://science4teens.wordpress.com/ecology-life-supported-by-the-canadian-shield/

I let my imagination go to work for me... and oh!  How it loves to do that!  The enormous mammoth animals and the then called Dinosaurs now called Birds, lumbering, gliding, spectacularly falling, charging, dancing, flying enveloping spirit hunger love sex red pulsating wet driven LOVE of body and sheer muscles .. causing that deep ancient calling from between my thighs aaaaaaaaahhhhh - 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Origin_of_birds

Can you  IMAGINE those dinosaurs?  Do you dare to see the feathers?  As stated in the Wickipedia I just sent to you... "Moreover, fossils of more than twenty species of dinosaur have been collected which preserve feathers. There are even very small dinosaurs, such as Microraptor and Anchiornis, which have long, vaned, arm and leg feathers forming wings. The Jurassic basal avialan Pedopenna also shows these long foot feathers. Witmer (2009) has concluded that this evidence is sufficient to demonstrate that avian evolution went through a four-winged stage.[2]"

An hour or so ago I was all alone.  I was weeping in self pity.  I saw this emai.  I opened it up.  I read it and have responded quickly (here)..and now, I feel like flying with happiness, ready to share with the world, and to be of service as a human!  I think I'll do so down at the beach!!!  Thankyou!!!

I am a little fatigued from this writing/thinking/poetry...I need to recharge.  So, as the luckiest woman on the planet, I will go down to the curve of the sea lapping up and over the sand onto my toes.  It's still warm enough on this quasi-summer day to swim - although I am sure SOME people think it crazy.  O well, it'll give them something to think about on their seemingly banal bus ride!

Lots of love to you - you brilliant philosophic transporter of emotions and true ancient friend love.  You powerful Druid son, you good friend

Me Dancing on stage at VAG for Occupy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kc5FbtKCoU

My New Friend

poor crabs washed up on beach after being crow's brekkie

New Painting!