Ran up the arroyo this morning to visit the beautiful Sycamore that marks one of my turnaround points.
Datura Queen was blooming up toward the overcast sky all along the route.
I noticed her on yesterday’s ride along the LA River, too. She must be celebrating something…
Datura is the powerful, seductive Queen of the underworld. If you approach her with humble reverence she will guide you through unimaginable realms of this world and share her spiritual powers forever…
But if you rudely disrupt her deep dreams she may just unleash her powers upon you in darker ways…
There were a couple of city workers out this morning with their weed whackers. But Datura ain’t no weed! She’s been here guarding the boundaries between earth and sky throughout ages. It was sad to see such disrespectful treatment of this native Queen – lopping of heads and limbs and luscious flowers – leaving them to wither at the surface…
We can only use “forgive us, for we know not what we do” for so long before it just becomes a typical sad sign of our times… it’s just no longer an acceptable excuse…
Her deep earthly dream disrupted, Datura released a pulse of her power… the sky grew dark… heavy clouds gathered, roiling above… winds gusted warm, then cold, wildly thrashing about hundred-year-old Oaks… large drops of rain were hurled at the ground… and thunder rolled… Mighty Datura was pissed.
I shared my thoughts and stride with her as I ran along the arroyo – meditative steps to soothe and heal. Hopefully she’ll return to her deep sleep and unleash no terremotos this eve.
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I love the Datura ... I wish ...
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