The rest of me….

Two years ago, I vowed to write more about the whole of me

and then I dished up more food.

I guess I like food.

I mean, I did give you some other stuff, like music and sewing, but not a lot of the other stuff.

The spooky stuff.

I’m not sure why.

What I do know is that for a long while I didn’t feel like writing anything at all, and now I’ve found a daily practice that has got me excited about writing again.

In the next few weeks, I’m planning on launching a blog that will run congruently with this one (yes, I know, my intention was to put everything here, but… well, I changed my mind). The new blog will have stuff on herbalism, and magick and reiki and energywork and Spirit Communciation and mostly Tarot. And if you are down with that, I hope you’ll read along… And I’ll be plugging along on filling in the blanks on this blog with the things I’ve been doing that are not just recipes. I’ve spent a day at Susun Weed’s Wise Woman Center in May and I have… some thoughts that I refrained from posting until I could sort them out. I spent a week at Omega in June at what I’m calling Hippie Ukulele Camp which was AH-MAH-ZING and I came back so chill that I’m pretty sure my coworkers thought I was stoned… but do you see, how those two topics sort of mush together the mundane and the Spiritual? Yeah, I’m not going to worry about that anymore.. I do what I want.

And I’ve been rambling.

And now I’m going to get groceries because, food.

Good Vibrations

“I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.”

– Chief Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux, 1877

If you were to dig way, way back in the archives of this blog, you would find that about 7 years ago, I was blithely posting about complementary therapies, reiki, psychic mediumship, auras and energy and since that time, my readership, like my blog, has changed dramatically. When I started writing about food and got some weird local reputation of being a “foodie” or a “food blogger”, I got a lot more self-conscious. Well, to tell the whole truth, I stopped writing about the hippie dippie stuff well before then. But when people started recognizing me in public, I really dropped it..

It can be scary talking about this stuff as an adult when you grew up as “that weird kid who talked to trees”.

But…

I still talk to trees.. and plants… and animals… and… dead people.

gypsy

Yes, really.

I decided it was time to start talking about it again.. and doing more of it again. The past two years have been rough. We lost two dogs, a cat and a family member all in that time. We have so many blessings that we are grateful for, but wowsers that really threw us for a loop.

And it sort of reset what I recognized as important. I stopped (mostly) stressing (excessively) over the non-important things.. or at least I did for while. But when I felt myself slipping, I found I was falling back on the things I knew about self care. And then when I went to Old Songs? Holy crap… something clicked.

Since June, I’ve been diving back into herbs and energy and meditation. That last one is hard for me to remember to make time for.. but hey, they call it a “meditation practice” for a reason. I’ve been rereading some of my books and honestly? Some of them are crap. They are full of things that are repetitious or contradictory. And of things that don’t really resonate.. at least for me.

I decided that I would start writing about these things again. LB and I actually used to teach classes on Auras and Chakras, Meditation, Animal Communication and Psychic Mediumship and message work. I used to do psychic readings at parties and Tarot card readings at coffee houses.

Like any other skill, you get out of practice. So basically, I’m going to use my blog as my “platform” to not only tell you guys all about it but also to remind myself of what I know… and reeducate myself on what I’ve forgotten or tucked away.

Who knows, you may even see me in a coffee house with a deck of tarot cards one of these days.

(and yes, I know this post is missing a lot of my usual flair.. this is HARD to share.. okay?)

Old Songs Part 2.5 – The second half of Saturday

Well, hell.. it’s been months.

I’ve not posted about the second half of Saturday at Old Songs all of this time because I think I’ve been internalizing how amazing it was.

Guys it was magical. It’s rare that I’m in a place that I feel totally comfortable.. like totally. And I had an opportunity to be around people are just…well HAPPY.

So.. to continue where I left off

I had just grabbed some ice cream and headed off to the workshop where Bing Futch, Stu Fuchs and Joseph Bruchac were doing a Native American flute thing.

I had not met Stu before that day. I had heard of him but I had no idea what cool dude he is. He’s just… ZEN.

I sit down on a bench with my ice cream cone in hand, and Stu starts talking about starting with a meditation … and then he started using words like “mantra” and “mudra” and I’m like.. um… I need to get rid of this ice cream… I have a feeling something kind of awesome is about to happen and I’m going to need my hands for that mudra.

I got myself up, snuck out the door, pitched my Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia (which is my total favorite and I don’t get it very often) and I hustled back into that room. I so completely enjoyed the meditation that Stu lead the group in. That guy has the energy of a peaceful spring fed lake.. so serene and calm on top, but giggling and bubbly underneath. He’s a delight for sure.

After the meditation, there was storytelling from the Native American Traditions, there was some flute playing and dulcimer playing and an all around good time but what I can’t get over was the energy between these three guys. They didn’t practice anything, they didn’t play together before and they actually didn’t even know each other before that day.

Then Stu pulled out a didgeridoo. Not a traditional didgeridoo.. one with a slide on it like a trombone. When he started playing that and Bing started with the dulcimer and Joe got some hand rhythm percussion going, I was transfixed. It was … astonishing.

I managed to get my hands to my camera and capture just a moment or two on my phone. I didn’t have a great seat for viewing but holy crap.. (also, I’m secretly jealous of Stu’s hair)

I don’t share this with many people, but my experience at Old Songs, reminded me about my goal to be more myself. To bring myself back to myself, so I’m going to share this with you all. I see auras and energy because of work I’ve done before now. Work that I’ve let fall by the wayside… there’s more too, but I’ll just hit you with a bit at a time. The energy that was flowing between the three of these guys… it was insane. I hadn’t seen or felt anything like it in years.

I mean just look at these guys. Don't they look like old friends?

I mean just look at these guys. Don’t they look like old friends?

I went back to wandering around and saw the things and did the things and had fun fun fun..

And then out of nowhere, Bing shows up and asks me if I want to intro a song for Rhythm Roots on Ditty TV. HOLY CRAP! after the fear of Oxtail in my teeth was dispelled, Bing filmed us and I was pretty dorky in a fun way. (I eventually filmed it from my living room while watching it on my TV but the sound quality isn’t great.. so turn your speakers way up and WITNESS MY DORKINESS! (SO FUN!)

And then..

It rained.

It rained a lot.

I got to find out just how not waterproof my raincoat no longer is.

I got wet.

Really wet.

The evening concert was moved inside but I stayed outside instead of heading into the barn to listen to the concert because at that point, it was too late. I was drenched.

And I totally didn’t care…. why?

Because this guy found me and we hung out and chatted and listened to the music.

Hanging out in the rain with Bing Futch

Hanging out in the rain with Bing Futch

And then I went home.. higher than a kite on all of the good vibes.