Portal to a new world

Wooded archways, stretched U-shaped lashings, the beaten path, bushy trees opening branches up to the sky, sunsets over curved karst.
These are a few of my favorite things. Portals to the soul, the imagination, and just about anywhere you want to be.

Night riding

Nightlife in the city. Just the way I like - quiet and tranquil, I can hear the crickets chirping and the moon breathing its reflected light onto the grass. This is my last night hanging with my friends. I was so busy having fun shopping and eating delicious foods that I didn't even think to take a pictures of it all (but seriously, outdoor tables and hummus crepes? How did I not snap pictures?). Needless to say it was a wonderful trip, always great catching up with friends I haven't seen in a while. I did manage to breathe deeply after all the action was done and we parted ways, and I snapped these pictures on the flight back home.
Good night, and good tomorrow.

The nomadic life

Today I had the chance to leave my village for a day, and go to town.
I wound my way around Stonebull Lake, and can just see Bloodhoof Village reflected in the calm water. Once on the other side it's open prairie, hills and animals. A quiet gazelle grazes on soft grass as I travel along the path.

When I come over the bluff I find a gorgeous view. The town waits, I hope it'sbuzzing with Saturday travelers.

I love these teepees!
First stop is the entryway shrine. I give thanks to those who have come before me, bless those here today, and say a prayer for a vibrant tomorrow.



This is actually the image that is on some of the post cards here. I always buy one when I'm in town and send it to a friend or family member. I took this photo almost year ago. And today, the grass looks just as sacred and fresh.
This is the bridge that we call - Wall-heh, entry to a quiet cove, living sanctuary.


Roundhouse commons, this is where my friends and I gather when it rains.
But today is clear and dry, when I look up at the sky, the moon looks down upon this place. At this moment in time, the soul blinks slowly, and comes awake.


There's still room in the prayer circle, if you want to share some good vibes.


And now I have made my pilgrimage. These spiritcatchers are for sale outside the general storehouse, and every time I go past I can feel the energies trapped inside each of them.
Probably why they are still here. But honestly, look at that eagle. Awesome.

This is how I feel all the time

nature girl
Thank you, Free People, for creating a space with words where I walk and sing and talk in my dreaming mind.
"she drapes herself in fabric the color of the earth and sky so she blends with the landscape as she walks barefoot, careful so as not to disturb the life that calls the ground and trees home. she gathers petals and leaves that have fallen and uses them to adorn her hair and body, soaking in their energy.

she lives by the sun, loves by the moon, dances with the stars, sings with the wind and grows with the trees."

This is why I don't work nights

I was meant to work the evening shift.
I was thinking about it for weeks. This was the first time, as a new employee, that I would be left alone to do whatever I may. So I prepared. I bought an exercise ball. I had been wanting one for a month now but NOW it had imperitive. I visualized bouncing up and down happily at my desk. And once everyone went home but me, I would be doing pushups between calls, lunging and becoming a fit customer service representative. I wanted to answer support calls while lying on my back staring up at the ceiling. Things I would not dream of doing during the daytime, with eyes all around not to mention flourescent lights.
So it came and went swimmingly, or shall I say bouncingly, that with 30 minutes left on my shift... the sun going down and it becoming cold outside,
that I wanted
to go
home.

I thought, maybe I can leave early. There are no calls coming in. Who would notice?
And then I heard it. Thunder.
A phone call.
Or was it the phone call first?
I don't remember. All I know is that for the next 45 minutes it would be both.
A long phone call and a growing thunderstorm.
And then it rang. The tornado siren.
Here's the thing. I'm not afraid of rats, spiders, child molesters, or evil dragons. I have two fears though: clowns, and tornados. My dad used to stand on the deck, smoking his cig and watching the storm come in (after watching a fresh episode of Twister no less). And me figuring out where the safest place in the basement is. And to this day I have dreams about hiding from tornados.
So when my boss IM'ed me saying
"they're coming"
and I asked "who?"
and he said
"the tornados"
my mind went into flight mode.
And yet I was *still on the phone with a customer.*
I mentioned to them that sirens were going off, and they were nice. But their problem was not fixed yet, and I was going to help them get their problem fixed, by golly I was.
But as the minutes passed and the storm grew louder, and I thought about my baby, crying and freaking out (he tends to do what I do, so if I'm freaking out, guess what daddy has to deal with?), and how I would have to drive in this storm, if I could ever get off the phone, and then I realized
I didn't find out how to lock up the building.
Oh shit.
So now, I am in flight mode while my brain is trying to shove a logic cog into the geartrain.
Um, doesn't work. I just cannot figure out how to lock a simple door. So I go home...
and after an hour of driving (double my usual commute) I am finally home to a baby with red bags under his eyes because he would not go to sleep until he had his mama home.
And home I was.
I was meant to work the evening shift on Monday. I asked the boss if I could switch. And to please never make me do evenings unless I absolutely have to.

The power of collaboration in creating new ideas

Hello hello

Okay, let's get this straight right from the get. I want an iphone. In some parallel reality, I already have one and am happily tapping away on the touchscreen, posting a blog post, probably from the comfort of my bed. I've already taken crisp, high contrast artsy photos which would be glowing beautifully from this very blog post.
I would be highly organized and all my notes would be at my fingertips. Wikipedia would be a tap away, and I would know my GPS coordinates. I could go on and on. And in some parallel reality, I am.

But flash back to this one. No iphone. No ethereal, hipstamatic images. Just gmail notes to myself and post-its all over my walls.

And you know what? It's okay. That's what I keep telling myself. Maybe this blog will be the one that I actually stick with. Maybe I don't have an iphone because... because... because...
Well, we will see...