The Yangs and the Yins

Yang:

~~Day 1: I hear a lot of theatrical sounds coming from the chicken coop so I assume either they are partying and enjoying their free range life, or they are in severe danger. I go to check on “the ladies” because I am still unfamiliar with the routine sounds of the land. I walk around the corner and all I can place with my hesitant eyes appears to be a giant feather pillow in our seemingly perfect chocolate lab’s mouth. His tail is wagging and he is obviously quite proud of his accomplishments for the day. I get closer, and damnit, it was one of our chickens. RIP poor white lady. I truly admired your oversized orange mohawk and I never even got to know you. Note to our “How To's of Ranch Living” mental checklist: Keep the chickens and the dogs separated until you perform some sort of “meet and greet” dance night.

~~Another day of that same week: We were coming back from the White Mountains after spending the night in the ER with Adam and his broken wrist, and it was just good to be home. I was tired and simply just not fully coherent, but those “ladies” needed to be cared for. I walked into their coop with barely opened eyes, shut the door, began collecting their eggs and humming their favorite tune to them. I turned around, and 1 foot away was a curled up venomous rattler. I was trapped so I did the only thing I knew how to……I screamed (it appears I scream a lot in this blog). Bad idea. His body started to slowly slither around. I somehow managed to open the door to the coop, and I performed this very strange, amazing jump over him (while dropping all the eggs in the process). The story ends as such: Me running and screaming to my one-good armed, pain pilled lover. He grabs a shovel with his left hand and basically gets rid of him. No details needed.

The Yins:

~~Ohhhh man, I have been creating. It appears that I can actually hear my soul out here, and apparently my soul is on FIRE, because all I want to do is cook eccentric meals, wrap crystals/make jewelry, write, and paint. Sometimes you just need a break from being human, from other persons, from your society-created roles, from simply talking, and being able to connect with and actually feel your other senses is liberating/invigorating/refreshing, to say the very least. And “person” breaks are very healthy indeed, as humans can kick you into the sharpest rocks, while mountains can boost you into the rain-bowed sky. Anyway, back in my first blog, I was discussing my failed attempts to find my desert niche. Well damnit, my niche is found and if you come over, I will cook you a meal, make you a necklace, write you a haiku, and paint you (fully clothed you sicko) all in the same evening. (A small suggestion: I cannot guarantee any type of talent, but I have loads of excitement so please just smile at me and accept my art). A quote from Rumi “Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love-----it will not lead you astray-----"

~~Desert evenings, and there is not much more I need to say. It cools off nicely out here, and the rich, colorful skies are something I could never paint. The wild birds harmonize for you, the flirty monsoon wind and clouds kind of just swirl around you and carry your mind away, Johnny Walker tastes better, and if that is not special enough, you will usually get to spot a cool animal, totally animal kingdom style. Last night, Adam and I noticed a bobcat on the land simply just checking out the property. I think he was inspired by the loads of bunnies that chill in our grass, which motivates me to keep our weiner dog princess on a leash. She would probably be some fine meat to many out here.

Life is so very interesting.

~JULSEY~