Having no experience with a mule, I have no idea of whether or no they are stubborn. Of course, I have had this epithet hurled at me now and again, to no avail, as of course, I am always right.
This girl looks pretty to me. She is tall, athletic, strong and obviously very intelligent. What would it be like to sit up there on that volatile animal? Seriously, she looks like an explosion about to happen.
Who is this? Imagine seeing this in the mirror every morning. Hmmm. Maybe I do.
These mules live on a ranch near by. At a distance they all look the same, and I was surprised to see the individual characteristics appear as they moved towards me. I have heard that they kill dogs, coyotes, anything which appears threatening. There may be twenty or more in the pastures. I love their noses, and the mud all over them.
The sky is gray today, with some rain spattering around. A friend called, headed home from the North County, he says the wind is so strong that it is bumping his truck around, and he is parked. I believe that is the storm headed this way. My day looks full of the usual, with a smattering of unusual.
Yesterday I had an appointment with Tobytheacupuncturist, for my sprained ankle. He told me that my wrist is(was) still traumatized, as though I had been injured 10 minutes ago. He told me to put consciousness there, to spend some time with myself, to write into the traumatized wrist, ask it what is going on here.
This morning I am considering this, and giving my body/spirit/mind space in which to answer. I believe these sister mules may have something to say, if I can crack the code of silence. Crack the code of the stare. I have begun.
Swallowtail Butterflies are fresh and new by the first of April. Larabee is a hidden valley created by the Eel River. Perhaps I have lived here since time began, a butterfly in the willows on the banks of a Northern river.