Tuesday, April 25, 2017


These days i seem to think a lot about the things that i forgot to do.

~Jackson Browne

I wish i had designed this card. The only thing missing is a cat and a cup of coffee. 
Illustration by Cat Seto
Owls are in the trees outside my house. For the past three weeks I've been sung to sleep or awakened by the song of a pair of 
Great Horned owls. I believe in spirit animals and the owl has always been mine.
I'm looking for deeper meaning in their presence. 
I'm in love with nothingness.
Looking like true indian ponies, these horses live in the Crooks Mountain herd area which is part of Wyoming's Red Desert Complex.
Green Mountain is also in the Red Desert Complex, where the mighty Beast lives, along with Tuffy, Jigsaw, Bliss, Silver, King, Ghost, January, Ruby, Dragon, Topaz, Muzzle, Little Green, Crooked Star, the Three Prairie Sisters and Pony Boy. 
Although, Pony Boy has not been seen since the summer of 2013, we always keep our fingers crossed that our paths will meet again.
"Where's Pony Boy?"
My first extremely small batch of sage harvest. 
Will someone please turn off the SNOW?
Trying to rid my mind, body & soul of negative thoughts. 
Lately, I find myself feeling agitated, intolerant, bitter and disenchanted. I don't like it.
So, I turn to Buddha's philosophy.
We found some wild horses in an area the BLM call Dishpan Butte. These horses are part of a Herd Management Area called 
 The North Lander Complex. Three other herds make their home on this public land
which consists of three hundred sixty-eight thousand acres. 
They are: Conant Creek, Muskrat Basin and Rock Creek Mountain herds. 
Sadly, and not surprising, they want to reduce the amount of horses in this area to meet the needs of cattlemen, who are allowed to graze their cows on this public land for a very low cost. Oh, yes! The world needs more cows! 
 Cricket and her stallion Gold Dust of the Red Desert. 
Inspirational reading. 
And beading.
We call this squirrel Child of Chaca. He doesn't like me (yet).
I think he watched me bury his mother so he shys away from me and the peanuts I offer him.
He will, however, take nuts from Chad's hand.
Wanna see my battle scar? (I have something in common with the mustangs now). 
My good doctor used the "baseball stitch."  There is a titanium plate from the base of my thumb and then up my arm. It's been challenging to say the least. I still have to wear my velcro brace when I go to work. When I'm not wearing it, Skye likes to sleep in it.
Understandably, as it smells of cocoa butter, vitamin E, bergamot, lavender and a touch of patchouli. 

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Gold Dust of the Red Desert

Without further ado, I present:

Gold Dust

We're convinced he is a descendent of the famous Red Desert stallion, Desert Dust.
The ghost of a handsome palomino stallion races across the ridges of Wyoming’s Red Desert. For back in his home, he his king. He is Desert Dust, perhaps the most famous wild horse of the West. 
(Surprise surprise, the BLM has suddenly removed all important historical information from their website. It is very frustrating, and so, if you click on any links following the BLM history of the Red Desert wild horses or ANY information on previous roundups, etc, you will most likely see PAGE NOT FOUND. ) They are erasing history from public view. If they rewrite history, facts, statistics and incidences concerning our wild horses, then there is no way to prove them wrong.
Trump is behind this decision. He is the worst human. If you don't like what I say about that disgusting scumbag then you might not want to visit my site. 
I don't have one good thing to say about him.
 Desert Dust’s story is one of legend perfect for the movies. In the late thirties and early forties, the palomino proved too elusive for commercial horse wranglers rounding up mustangs in the Red Desert for market, until 1945 when Frank Robbins of Glenrock, Wyo., helped catch him.

On that day, another man, Verne Wood, took a photo of the wild horse standing defiant against a backdrop of red rock. That photo circled the world and came to epitomize the character of the American mustang.

Desert Dust was spared the fate of the slaughter house, so often destined for other captured horses. He went on to become a famous rodeo horse, drawing crowds to tiny towns, only to die a legendary death when a passerby shot then mutilated the horse while he was grazing in a pasture.

The story of Desert Dust helped inspire the movement that led to the passage of the Wild Horse Protection Act of 1959 and later the Wild and Free Roaming Horse and Burro Act of 1971.

Today the largest herd of wild horses in Wyoming roams the Red Desert with more than a thousand mustangs in Adobe Town alone. Virtually from corner to corner in the Red Desert visitors stand a good chance of seeing the flash of mane and whip of tail signifying a mustang. 

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From a distance I knew I had struck gold.  
Gold Dust is a yawner.
The many yawns of Gold Dust.
He is saying "go away!"
He has a pretty little mare with the sweetest face.   

 I don't know what to call her. AND I don't know if she's pregnant or not, I can't tell, but I'm hoping she is!

Any ideas? She is special.  



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