Saturday, November 06, 2010

Shining Path


Back to normal.

Whatever that is.


For me it is attacking the hedge in the front yard, which is eight feet tall and three feet thick and surrounds our front yard like a castle wall. We even have a moat in front of it.

It sort of says, "Stay the Fuck Out."

But it makes the most wonderful sort of room when you are inside it.


So, trim that fucker today. Walk and wash the dog. Make something good for dinner. Clean the house. Hold hands with my wife.

Be alive. Keep my eyes open.

Watch what happens.





Blogger Radish King said...

Oh my god!!!!!!
Oh the appearance of the GIANT ARMADILLO GOD...this took my breath out (out) like I wanted to laugh or something but my eyes just got real big and I thought those women they are dressed like the polygamy wives...I wonder if they are sister wives getting surprised by God on the path hahahahahahahaaaa. Damn you are brilliant on so many levels that it gives me hope for this world and the world beyond and even the world where the sister wives live. Now they have to go back to their husband and explain to him what they saw and maybe one of them will have the courage to tell him they have A NEW GOD.


Thank you.
xo headed up to the mountains

9:07 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

ps. And the light coming out of that thing oh heaven!

9:08 AM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

Did you know that long, long ago there were armadillos which roamed the earth and weighed over two tons? Just the thought of that makes me happy.
There is also a species of armadillos now called Pink Fairy Armadillos which are only five to six inches in length. This, too, makes me happy.
I love that picture but you are not an armadillo. According to what I've read, that particular animal does not share its burrow with other adults.
You, on the other hand, certainly do share your burrow.
Your day sounds perfect in every way, attending to your burrow and the other adult with whom you share it.
I hope it is.

9:30 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Fantastic. I wish I had a hedge to cut and a moat that shouted keep the fuck out -- at least some days.

9:41 AM  
Blogger deirdre said...


I don't think I've ever said that before.

I love your armadillo and what Rebecca said about it. I wish I could come for dinner.

11:01 AM  
Blogger Bethany said...

LOVE the photo.
I'd like to see that hedge.
Can you really go inside it?
I praise you for your hedge work and everything else.
Good good stuff.

12:19 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Your comments make that piece SO MUCH BETTER!

I just thought it was a big armadillo.

Have a good time up there!



3:53 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


I like the idea of two ton armadillos, too.

I miss the deep past.

I miss crouching by a fire on the edge of the sea, my bloody club or spear at my side, the stars above making my head hurt with their music.

thank you, as always.



3:55 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Yes. It's not too friendly, but it speaks the truth.

We love our solitude. We're greedy for it.



3:56 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


I wish you could too. We're having home made pizza with caramelized onions and sausage and greens and it will be to die for.

Thanks for the Namaste back. That wasn't too hard to say, was it?

I like it because it always means exactly what I want it to mean.

I miss you. I know you're having a kind of sad day. I wish I could cook you something and sit you down in a chair to watch the waves or the sunset or the grass grow.



3:59 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


No, you cant' get INSIDE the hedge. But it wraps around the front of our house and makes a little room there with high, thick, green walls that keep the whole world out, except for the ten billion little birds that live in the hedge and explode out of it randomly throughout the day, or whenever you walk past them.

Glad you stopped in.



4:00 PM  
Blogger Pamela Johnson Parker said...

I love the armadillo, who makes me think of a knight errant, armor glinting in the light as he begins a long travail through a terrible wood. (Maybe I've been prepping too long for Sir Gawain for next semester's Humanities class).

I surely love your art.


4:53 PM  
Blogger Jaye Ramsey Sutter said...

home with the armadillo, good country music from amarillo and abilene, and the prettiest country women you ever seen.

we texans have the armadillo thing covered. little tanks that burrow through the yard and dig and dig.

6:27 PM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

The women and the front and center armadillo leave me breathless. This is just stunning. I had to click and make it larger so I could study it some more. Something about the animal's crouch and nature-polished armor and the genteel, even gently welcoming posture of the women makes me think of this a metaphor for you, Scott. The push and the pull. And that falling sword of light. Amazing. Healing.

6:43 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Thank you so much! And I think you're right, he might be a knight errant.



6:50 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Jaye Ramsey Sutter-

I remember them from my childhood in Dallas.

Little bitty old dinosaurs, left over from the start of creation.



6:51 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


I'm really pleased you like the piece. And I think you're right. The more I look at that armadillo, the more it looks like me.

Like a dog in a suit of armor.

Something like that, anyway.



6:53 AM  

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