ARE YOU A WRITER LOOKING FOR A REMOTE GETAWAY TO WRITE YOUR BOOK? WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE LIKE THOREAU? -- I am searching for a writer companion, someone who would like to share the cabin I live in, in the wilderness, and share writing adventures. So if you are looking for a getaway to write that book of yours, drop me a line.
Do You Remember My Pawkett –Girl? *POSTED OCTOBER 10th 2009*
In memory of my Pawkett Girl
My dearest, friend, companion, soul-mate, and family member, Pawkett-Girl died October 5th 2009.
Dear Pawkett Girl, the Prettiest Girl in the World - Our bond, our love, transcended the canine-human dimension to a level far above. You were not my dog, nor I your human. There was no such thing as ownership between us. You did not walk beside me. I carried you in my arms for fifteen years. Often, you rode on my shoulder because you wanted to be up there with me, not at my feet. We are one, with no obstruction. You were and will always be my one true love! I miss you baby girl! ~ Love Arlene
Here is the cover of my new book! Feel free to drop me a note if you would like a copy! Chilcotin Rose is an exclusive authorized biographical and living-historical account of the life and times of Mary Kirner, a wilderness woman from the Chilcotin Plateau in British Columbia. Read about the Monarch Icefield tragedy of 1992. Brush with bizarre wilderness creatures. Find out what Beaver meat tastes like and what it’s like to be run over by a hay wagon. Read about the feats of a four-time World Champion arm wrestler. Go up close with extreme remote log cabin building and planes that go bump. Read about the last days of wildman John Edwards, son of the famous Ralph Edwards ‘Crusoe of Lonesome Lake’, and about some of his experiences with Grizzly and Cougar attacks. Read about how Mary helped the crews during the wildfire that wiped out his family homestead in 2004. Mary Kirner is a walking, talking, living treasure in the Chilcotin; a person so authentic, sturdy, and vivid, that her life by its very nature, teaches. She is the last of an already rare breed of brawny, yet tender women, of the Plateau.
Chickens Total number died for food: 8.13 billion (7.67 billion for meat, 458 million for eggs) Average number killed per American meat-eater: 27.5 (26 for meat, 1.5 for eggs) Average number consumed per American lifetime: 2,147 (2,028 for meat, 120 for eggs)
Turkeys Total number died for food: 269 million Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 0.91 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 71
Pigs Total number died for food: 117.6 million Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 0.40 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 31
Steers and Calves Total number died for food: 40.8 million Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 0.14 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 10.8
Rabbits Total number died for food: 2.4 million Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 0.009 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 0.69
Fish Total number died for food: 6.5 billion Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 22 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 1,700
Shellfish Total number died for food: 64 billion Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 218 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 17,000
ALL LAND ANIMALS Total number died for food: 8.56 billion Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 29 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 2,261
ALL SEA ANIMALS Total number died for food: 71 billion Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 240 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 19,000
ALL ANIMALS Total number died for food: 80 billion Average number consumed per American meat-eater: 270 Average number consumed per American lifetime: 21,000
* Note: Totals may not add up because of independent rounding.
To save the world is easy. To do it, we must unseat every president and replace him with a poet. ~AL.
I am a serious poet, animal communicator, and wilderness cottager. I am an entrepenureal soul.
I am extremely close to nature, the sea, the animals, and wild-lands with absolutely no desire to be anywhere near the city. I am witty, intellectually bright, with a strong personality. The stillness of the woods at dawn and dusk is candy to me. I dream of the wild blue yonder, and love rain on a tin roof. That lone tent on that deserted winter beach or frozen stream is very likely mine. I am a thinker and love to talk with animals.
I love photography and unique projects. I'm an inventor type who's mind never rests. Paramount in my life is my love of nature and other creatures non-human.
You have now reached the darkest part of the mermaid's cave. Down here the temperature is 4 degrees celcius all year long. The quiet is disturbing and the bats are mischievious. Legends tell that this is the place where the mermaid cave mistress covets the hearts of all men.
Once every hundred years a great flood moves through her passageways to the bottoms of her caverns. Only then do their hearts wash to the surface, where they lie in wait on the shore for their mermaid cave mistress to collect and return them to her depths.
Their hearts lay quivering til near eternity when at midnight on the last eve of their rhythm she appears from the mist with nets full of new hearts she has stolen from spellbound sea captains.
She gathers all the waiting hearts into her net and swims into her cave where she soothes them with her poetry. The hearts are her inspiration, and her poems are their salvation.
She is guarded by the hearts of the old sea captains who retire to her lair just to hear her poetry. And by the generations of long extinct bats that swoon from the ceilings of all her entrances and passageways.
All hearts who live in the mermaid cave covet the stalactites and stalagmites that are the food for the mermaid. She replenishes herself only after the great flood has passed, once every hundred years. The great flood is created by horrendous savage lightening storms which signal her hunger. She must return to her caverns or she will die without sustenance, and evaporate from the hearts of men.
There is one more soul who guards her. A cunning black mer-panther who's eyes pierce the darkest dark. He follows the hearts from chamber to chamber. Each has a single scroll whereupon one of her poems is inscribed. The mer-panther keeps watch over them while they read. He is keeper of her poetry.
Woe to the unfortunate ones who dare to enter her cave uninvited. They forfeit their souls. They are cast into the raging sea and are swallowed by empty conch shells, where they are forever entombed. Their hearts go rotten and never chance to be with her.
JAPANESE SHOOT PAUL WATSON (SEA SHEPHERD)
(Mar 9)
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Testimonial on Apr 6, 2005
Arlene is the BEST. She is absolutely tireless in her fight for those that cannot fight. Thank you so much for the groups you run and the information you give us. Without you, we would not be able to do all we do.. We will stop the slaughter!
May your day be as special as you are my friend. May your dreams come true & may U achieve all that U aspire for on this your special day. May you be blessed with joy, love, peace & good health now and forever! Oh Wow!! Ahaa...... Be happy always!