Thursday, 21 November 2024

Agents of H.A.R.E. Chapter 3 -- A Kick in the Ballistics


With Spayed leading the way, we stumbled down a badly-lit urban back alley leading to a seedy gin joint. Its flickering neon sign read “Dudo’s Dumpster Dive.”

“These are the guys I was telling you about,” Spayed whispered to me as we entered and then shouted “Hey, Dudo! Hey, Moose! Long time no see, you double-crossing bastards!”

The bartender Dudo yowled “We’re closed! Get out!” while Moose the bouncer leaped over the bar and viciously attacked us. I easily subdued him with a strategically placed martial arts kick and then handcuffed him securely.

“Who ARE you?” Dudo demanded.

“The name’s Bunny, Tundra Bunny,” I said coolly. “Gimme a carrot juice -- shaken, not stirred.”

We pumped them mercilessly for information about She Who Seeks but they both swore up, down and sideways that they didn’t know her whereabouts.

“You knew perfectly well where that dame was when you betrayed me to the Translesbigay Mafia,” HRH Spayed snarled. “Now you’re gonna pay for that! Which one o' youse wants to permanently take my place in prison?”

Not me! I’m too pretty for Pawshank!” Dudo shrieked as he shoved his litter-mate Moose aside and jumped through the plate-glass window to escape.

“So much for brotherly love,” Spayed noted dryly. “Guess that means it’ll be you, Moose.”

A quick summons brought Agent Knut, a big polar bear, to the bar. He teleported himself and the downcast captive Moose to Pawshank Penitentiary where, with a simple abracadabra, he turned Moose into Spayed’s form, and then returned with Agent Yuri.

We all had carrot juice to celebrate.



[Story © Tundra Bunny and Debra She Who Seeks, 2024.
Art and photo of art © Debra She Who Seeks, 2023.
You can visit Dudo and Moose at Moving with Mitchell]

Wednesday, 20 November 2024

Agents of H.A.R.E. Chapter 2 -- Trading Places


My first stop was Pawshank Penitentiary holding Gandalf’s convicted murderer, HRH Spayed. To avoid detection by prison authorities, I simply teleported into the cell (yes, very Star Trek). My sudden appearance out of thin air scared Spayed half to death.

“I’m finally going stir-crazy! I’m seeing freakin’ white rabbits now!”

“Actually, I’m an arctic hare. Commander Tundra Bunny, Agent of H.A.R.E., at your service. Mother Nature sent me and man, is she pissed off at YOU, buddy.”

It didn’t take Spayed long to spill the beans about the whole sordid mess and about how the real murderer, She Who Seeks of the Translesbigay Mafia, had railroaded Spayed into prison using the stolen Karmic Crystal of Justice.

“Do you know where this She Who Seeks is now?”

“No.” Spayed hesitated. “I can help you find her though. I know a couple of guys. But you gotta spring me outta here first.”

“Yeah, we can do that, no problem.”

An arctic wolf named Agent Yuri magically manifested beside me, ready for action. All our agents are accomplished shapeshifters, so Agent Yuri immediately changed himself into an exact carbon copy of Spayed. With Spayed’s temporary clone remaining in the cell to allay suspicion, the real Spayed and I teleported out of the prison to freedom. And to vengeance.



[Story © Tundra Bunny and Debra She Who Seeks, 2024.
Art and photo of art © Debra She Who Seeks, 2023.]

Tuesday, 19 November 2024

Agents of H.A.R.E. Chapter 1 -- Mission Impossible


Mother Nature is usually a calm and placid immortal being, emitting gentle rays of green, blue and indigo light, so loving and peaceful. But the morning Mother Nature phoned the headquarters of High Arctic Reconnaissance & Espionage (H.A.R.E.), she was a blazing firenado of crimson, orange and yellow flames, shooting out showers of dangerous sparks and an occasional lightning bolt!

“Send over your very best field operative right NOW!” she demanded.

And that’s how I came to be in her office that fateful morning. 

Oh, let me introduce myself -- Commander Tundra Bunny, Agent of H.A.R.E. We’re a secret, covert organization based North of 60, sworn to protect the ecosystems of the High Arctic. Because of our special skills and extraordinary capabilities, however, Mother Nature often relies on us to handle sensitive missions wherever needed in the world.

“Someone has murdered my Chief Wizard Gandalf and stolen my Karmic Crystal of Justice!” Mother Nature raged. “I need you to get it back for me! Assemble a team and find it STAT!

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Now’s the time to cue the Mission Impossible theme music running through all of your heads . . . .



[Story © Tundra Bunny and Debra She Who Seeks, 2024.
Art and photo of art © Debra She Who Seeks, 2024.]

Monday, 18 November 2024

A Soon-To-Be "Noirvember" Classic!


Presenting the sequel of the century -- an exciting literary and artistic collaboration between blogging buddies Tundra Bunny and Debra She Who Seeks! The stunning conclusion to last year’s best-selling blockbuster noir thriller, The Big Sleazy (which you can read or re-read here if you want).

One short (very short) chapter of the short (very short) story AGENTS OF H.A.R.E. will be posted every day for the next five days!

You’ll laugh! You’ll cry! It will change your life forever!

Our story thus far . . . 

Hapless Private Investigator HRH Spayed is incarcerated in Pawshank Penitentiary, doing hard time for a murder actually committed by She Who Seeks, consiglieri of the Translesbigay Mafia. Armed with the stolen Karmic Crystal of Justice, that duplicitous lez lawyer is untouchable by anyone seeking to enforce Decency and Goodness . . .

. . . Or IS she?



Friday, 15 November 2024

November Full Moon Altar: Inanna


This month's altar honours Inanna, the Great Goddess of Sumer (now Iraq) who dates from 5-6,000 years ago. As depicted in ancient times (centre altar image from Sacred Soure), Inanna was a goddess of abundance (offering her breasts to nourish all life), fertility (those wide child-bearing hips) and personal power (her rich and plentiful adornments of jewelry) --


The complex myth of Inanna's descent/death/rebirth, so full of psychological and emotional insights and truths relevant to my own life, had a profound impact on me. It marked the start of my devotion to the Divine Feminine over 35 years ago. Here is a very simplified version of the myth, illustrated by goddess art which I commissioned about 15-20 years ago from Thalia Took of A-Muse-ing Grace Gallery.


The goddess Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth, decided to visit her sister Ereshkigal, Queen of the Underworld. The harrowing descent required Inanna to pass through seven gates, each one smaller and lower than the one before. At each gate, she was stripped of a symbol of her power, until she entered the Underworld through the seventh gate, naked and crawling on the ground. Her dark goddess sister Ereshkigal promptly killed her and hung her body on a meat hook.

Inanna and Ereshkigal are actually the same being, of course. Inanna is our conscious ego and Ereshkigal is our unconscious shadow side. In times of emotional crisis, the ego is laid low, powerless and defeated, in the abyss of despair. The shadow must be understood and integrated or healing cannot occur.


Ereshkigal was not an evil goddess but was in great chronic pain, lashing out at all around her. Inanna had suspected she might be in danger if she visited her sister so before setting out, she'd made contingency plans for rescue. In three days time, a couple of small and unlikely rescuers appeared in the Underworld. They did not attempt to defeat or overcome Ereshkigal by force because that was impossible. So instead, they commiserated with Ereshkigal's terrible pain, mirroring and soothing her anguish with great empathy.

In gratitude for such unexpected kindness, Ereshkigal granted them one wish. They asked for Inanna's body, which they then revived with the Water of Life brought for that purpose. The ascent back to the surface began. At each gate, a symbol of Inanna's power was returned, so that by the time she reached the surface, Inanna was restored to her full power. However, she now saw the world "with new eyes," having integrated her shadow self and grown wiser from the experience.

[Photos © Debra She Who Seeks, 2024]

Wednesday, 13 November 2024

Offbeat Creativity



I like this next very colourful one
even though it is undoubtedly AI:


An embroidery of the Wikipedia page for embroidery:






Sunday, 10 November 2024

OMFG, BEES!










And many thanks to blogging buddy Mistress Maddie of A Day With The Mistress Borghese for a recent lovely surprise gift! The wee bee plushie is SO cute and the book by Matt Kracht is not only extremely informative but also HILARIOUS! 


Some of the book's GROANALICIOUS puns and wordplay include "you're pollen my leg," "swarm in here or is it just me?" and "sorry to drone on." For those of you traumatized by bees, the author has also created a very handy "Fear-Based Bee Opinion Matrix" (F-BOM) to guide you. And there's even an illustrated chapter of "Great Paintings, If They Had Put Bees In Them."

Friday, 8 November 2024

Friday Face OFF -- Audrey Hepburn

For this week's Friday Face OFF link party
of art featuring faces, hosted by Nicole of

Here's a drawing of Audrey Hepburn
that I did a couple of months ago
in my ink and wash art class.

I drew her in water-soluble black ink
which then, through use of a wet brush,
 became the source of the ink wash for shading.


I should have used a lighter touch
with the ink wash on her ear.

It looks kind of sore and inflamed.

Sorry, Audrey!

[Art and photo of art © Debra She Who Seeks, 2024]

Wednesday, 6 November 2024

Captain America's New Gig


Goodbye, Captain America.
Hello, Captain Hydra.






My condolences to all Democrats today.