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I’ve started drumming on my hot tub deck. It started the night my neighbor put black duct tape through my pro choice sign and broken-record-shouted, “Florie is a baby killer” for HOURS, deep into the night. First discovering punk music on my ukulele, I suddenly felt an urge, like lightening, sweep through me and I ran into the house, wiped the cobwebs off my snake drum, and rushed up onto the deck.
While you’re doing whatever you’ve just been doing, this is happening. It’s been happening since long before my grandmother’s time, and it’s still happening right now as you read this.
In part two of our administrative series Taking Care of Business, I’m also almost done renewing my passport. I’m expediting it so I can go with godspeed to #fairycreek to help protect the last of Canada’s remaining old growth. Please follow @fairycreekblockade and @rainforestflyingsquad to learn more.
Two trips to the courthouse and a call with the Family Law help desk (call or email them if you’re in Yolo County, they are so helpful 530-406-6793 selfhelp@yolo.courts.gov) I’m almost ready to file this sucker against my misogynist racist neighbor who keeps defacing my signs, coming on my property drunk at night and refusing to leave, spying on us, and shouting kind of hilarious things in the street all hours of the the night, like, “I’m Florie Wild, I’m so wild. I’m going to marry myself, I’m a loose woman.”
Ok this might be cringy, and feels vulnerable, but here’s the truth:
Loving this homemade sign someone put up at the co-op. Please vote NO!!!!!!! On the California governor recall. Please please please. It’s so easy. Just check the box for no. Don’t bother with the rest. Put it in the mail. Tuesday is the deadline.
Last Sunday I did a goodbye ritual with my partner at Putah Creek.
Missing my time on the Rogue River last month. I always feels so sad and weird when I leave extended times in wild places. It’s disorienting and depressing returning to strip malls and freeways and….why do we live this way? Why have we even done this? Colonialism is bonkers. Now how to we repair and reverse this shit?
I came home from swimming and found that my neighbor had put black duct tape through my sign. This is the third time he’s violated my signs and I’m done. I know my process well: I try and assume the best, I trust and forgive and then BAM. I’m done. Watch out mother fucker.
New sign at the Wild House (by the way my mentally ill Trump supporting neighbor keeps defacing my signs and I’m finally resolved to file the restraining order).
Hard but important reading. All about inflammation and how it’s rise parallels the destruction of the earth. The decreased biodiversity of ecosystems parallels the paucity of growing microbes in our guts, the dammed waterways that prevent salmon from returning home mirror our clogged arteries. It’s well written, full of disturbing colonial history, and 1/4 of the book is foot notes from all the compiled research.
Sending you some love on this Wednesday. “The more that I lose, the easier I move, and I ain’t never never felt so blessed....oh you’re just like me, soaking wet and set free, with endless paths to walk upon.” May you continue awaking and saying Fuck this Shit to all the bullshit that isn’t soulful or ethical or sustainable. Now is the time to make the big changes that have been stirring in you. I am here cheering you on. Our ancestors and children’s children are on the edge of their seats watching you. I hope you find the courage and support you need. 💗💗💗 Oh and this gorgeous song is by @johncraigie called Live with Less. Check out the original, it’s gorgeous, he’s gorgeous. Screw you To Do list for awhile and fall into a John Craigie hole. Your soul with thank you.