Pink Coyote

Favorite Things

 

oh,yes, i met these women ten years ago on the planet sark message board before it became trendy camp sark when everyone i knew was postcardfairying and eatingmangoesnaked and learning how to be comfortable in her own skin as the appeal to do was replaced by a seed of BE which scattered all over the world and we began to talk-oh, the talks! long and deep and intimate with a charge underneath it that shouted, "we can do anything we choose!" with flames and invitations and returns to love and lost loves and marriages, too, twisted hurricanes and earthquakes and fires come and gone we still meet, this time on the milkiest tit on the west coast....my beloved big sur.

my beloved elements!

we rhoooule the whhhuuuurlldd!

Out West...

That is my little Miles trudging through the tundra "by self, Mama".

We have some righteous nature, sisters and brothers.  You can gaze up the skirt of a giant redwood, snowboard fresh powder or surf gigantic waves, all within a few hours of Wherever, California.  Friday we wandered up the Sierras a few hours to Mammoth Lakes to stay with friends and play in the snow.  B & K boarded while the girls drank chip shots by the fire and occasionally ventured out for snowy shenanigans.  It was such a relaxing weekend of wowing and aweing at the snow covered peaks lingering at 14,000 feet high. K & J volunteer on the mountain, find out more about the program here. 

We ate the best American junk food on the planet in their company-chicken enchiladas and Mahi tacos at Roberto's, white spinich pizza from Mic & Willies and mouthwatering beanburgers and fries at Burgers.  I ate more than I might for the rest of the week.

I feel full, recharged and ready for more fair weather adventures.

Bridge in Independence, CA.

Off to See the Wizard

You can't have a son and not wonder just how much Judy Garland is too much. 

M and I are off on another adventure.  This time we are flying into D.C. to dine with this fabulous artist and her family, then pile into the car next morning and head up to meet another of my favorite hippy mamas and celebrate an amazing mama-to-be in Woodstock, NY. It will be a motherboy explosion in the Catskills if ever there was one.

See you next week!

Falling Off the Side of the World

We arrived back from Oklahoma on Monday night later than we expected.  Settling back in is always challenging for me-the suitcases sit with clothes spilling over the sides as chores from a week ago remain undone.  Another day won't hurt!

It seems like life is flying past me at the moment.  There is really quite a lot going on with us and with friends, but I can feel myself checking out-drifting away from anything but here and now.  Miles is a bit sick and this morning I have a sore throat and swollen glands.  My low immunity seems to be a theme this year.  This week I've found myself wandering aimlessly back and forth from the kitchen in the past few days-what shall I take for malaise?  Eat?  How do I take care of myself again?  Sheesh.

I received my copy of The Guerilla Art Kit, and Miles and I made 6 installments around town yesterday.  I am exhilarated by Keri's ideas and her ability to take a simple concept and make a grassroots revolution out of it.  Opening up and reading the first 20 pages completely changed the course of my day, and I have to wonder if anyone took our artwork home and how those who saw the work were affected.  We used about 90% recycled materials, mainly the envelopes from junk mail and magazine inserts.  It gave me a buzz to think of putting garbage to work, giving it a much more important job than it was orginally designed for.  I enjoyed the exercise to determine what thoughts I'd like to put into people's heads as guiding principle for the pieces we assembled-it helped me narrow down what messages I'm, uh, living my life to promote as a result of my experiences and who I am-how intimate!  Part of me wants to drive around and see what remains today!  Trying to be a stealthy ninja spy while placing the art was fun, but I don't think the CIA will be recruiting me for any black ops divisions soon-I think someone spotted me twice!  But what, fun-I am telling you.  This town needs some color and liveliness, and we felt so excited to contribute to the mystery and fun of perfect strangers interacting with us.  What a fun rush!  Thank you, Keri-you are a beautiful renegade. I can see and feel how you are changing the world, one stick of chalk at a time.

I've got a copy of Real Simple (bit of an oxymoron for all the consumption they promote) magazine's special family edition.  I snatched it up at Phoenix airport because as I held it, it magically fell open to Heather Armstrong's (affectionately known to her readers as Dooce, as if all of you don't already worship her offbeat humor-so why am I even writing this?) letter to her daughter.  An added bonus is a letter from Rob Corddry to his daughter is featured, too.  Jackpot.  Funny stuff. 

Here is a shot from Uncle Rick and Aunt Pamela's ranch on the plains, miles from anything but a super Walmart, where the gravel roads have no street signs and seed ticks rule your ankles...

Thems turkeys.

More photos of Indian territory when I return.  Until then, go buy Keri's book!

Raise Your Partini

It must be the rain that causes this Portland phenomenon-because everyone I met in the fair city this weekend was so beautiful!  My dear friend, Julie, pictured center, is soon to be married to the handsome and talented, Chris.  This weekend we celebrated at her bridal shower.  Laurel, left, made ginger-infused martinis and aptly named the drink "Til Death Do Us Partini".  What a whirlwind of excitement and love for two incredible people!

Julie and I met each other  over eight years ago-she and two other dynamic heroines in my world have been following each other around like sisters since we formed our Succulent Wild Woman group online at Planet Sark in 1999. 

We have had each other to lean on, taking the edge off of difficult times and laughing our way through the good ones. 

I love you, my Elements!  And to beautiful Portland, I miss you already.  See you for the wedding in May!