First, I am a total advocate for spending time outdoors. I have always felt like it helped me find my soul and refresh it. I spent last weekend volunteering for the non-profit Sierra Buttes Trail Stewardship, a group dedicated to the restoration, preservation and enhancement of recreational trails in Tahoe and Plumas National Forest. SBTS is the operator of Yuba Expeditions- where my beloved works as Bike Mechanic Extraordinaire- and hosts of the Downieville Classic, a bad ass mountain bike race where bad ass's only need race register.
The weekend started Friday night with the mystical Blue Moon. In the midst of impending organized chaos, the moon allowed for a sustained contemplative moment while sharing a patch of cement with a new friend in front of the Yuba shop. We talked about world adventures, self reliance, and taking paths in life that may seem tougher but will also yield much more interesting results. I like being thoughtful with people.
Into Saturday the kick ass vibration of the group was so strong that it carried me along throughout the weekend. I spent my time slinging cool merch all in the name of raising funds for the SBTS. The weekend was full of hard work and hard play. Everyone was at the top of their game, conspiring together to make a grand event. It was one of the best managed events I have ever been a part of, and I cannot wait to dig into next year, already.
By the volunteer dinner on Sunday, I was totally spent- or so I thought. Festivities continued into the night as everyone celebrated the successes of the weekend. Unfortunately, I had the weight of Monday morning at "day job" on my mind. Bed came as early as I could muster, about 1a.
"Day job" Monday comes and goes. I get home at 5p and sit at my kitchen table, thinking I will peruse Facebook for a bit before making dinner. No way! I started working on the PsychicBathtub (my pet name for my work) and kept going till 830p. Creativity was rolling hard core, the likes of which I have not experienced since my last two years of Studio Art classes at HSU. I stayed up until 1130p working and writing and imagining. F-yeah! Wednesday yielded the same magnificent result.
Tuesday and Thursday were not lost in this shuffle! They erupted with two new client readings which were a total blast! I get excited and inspired by all the amazing work my clients are doing for themselves.
Friday after "day job," I totally crashed on the couch at about 830p. I had just wrapped up a consult with a BFF on setting an intention for the class she was going to teach on making salves, and it seems I was finally spent. The next two days, I was lost from society. I didn't leave PBT (PalmBeech Truckee, my nickname for our cute little apartment) except to rally and watch a movie about two bad ass chicks who kayaked the Aleutian Islands and hit up the local hot springs to getting my energy healed and rolling again.
I began going over the past week to figure out how the magnificence of wild creativity got started, and maybe how I could re-create this scenario again. I'm sure the moon was a jump start, but it was really the people around me who inspired my stoked-out-of-my-mind-on-life experience.
This inspiration energy is crazy addictive. It begs the pondering, how are we all affected by the company we keep? How does our company shape our daily experience? It asks me to look closer and identify the relationships that inspire the best of me. What energy do we share in those relationships, what do I bring as an authentic gift?
This life experience is way bigger than any circle of friends or family. It extends to acquaintances, chance meetings, glances with a stranger, and any other ripple in the river. Every piece of energy has an affect somewhere. What are you putting out into the Universe?
Sharing the steeped thoughts of my life as a Psychic Medium.