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Vibration Salvation

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I am standing
Suspended
In a dome of ethereal transparency
Glass-like, yet fluid,
Shimmering eminating vibrations
These walls
The only thing between me and
Galaxies of limitless knowledge,
Expansion, understanding,
Wordless transcendence I see
Just beyond my reach
Slightly distorted, yet infinitely
There
Available
If only…

As I wake, a door
Begins to form in front of me,
The lock nowhere to be seen.
Confusion and frustration
Cloud my mind in self-doubt and judgment
Why am I here
Staring at a door
When I could be discovering
And uncovering trans-galactic mysteries?
But transformation within
Abundant compassion and acceptance
Self-understanding
Clears away the fog
And I can’t help but laugh
As I realize that the door is,
In fact,
Me.

Salutation Meditation

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I watch the sun
climb its way up from its
bed, the horizon,
beaming rays of
morning glory onto
the face of our Mother.
as I sit, enraptured by this
celebration of life, it seems
the sun is whispering to me
“I am here!”
in joyful song.
But through my musings, I remember
that the sun is not actually rising,
as we so often say;
we are in fact the ones twisting and hurtling
in an eternal orbit of
this tiny corner
of space,
revolving around
the Sun’s life-giving flares.
I ponder on such marvels, that
we are the ones
who twirl in an eternal dance
to greet the sun and the moon each day.
Opening my eyes, I taken in
the golden-tinted wonder
around me.
Smiling, I stretch out my arms
and whisper back,
“Welcome, my friend!”

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*photos not mine

Hard Day’s Work

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I’ve been having a ridiculously hard time finding “a job” while in Vermont , but the kind people of Chandler Pond Farm have been graciously hooking me up with the sweetest gig ever. Thanks to them, I’ve been helping sell real, happy, yummy veggies and meats to people who wanna buy them. Also, I’m outside the whole time!

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Need I say much more? ;]

My Lady Moon

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As many may already know, the night of July 12 beheld the first of three huge, red full moons we’ll experience this summer. I wont pretend to know much about what this means in the astrological realm of things – I’ve merely checked out a couple pop-psychology Google search links. I’ll be doing some actual research soon.
Nonetheless, she was stunning. A friend and I both saw vivid geometrical shapes coming off the moon like rays, and I couldn’t help but be inspired to write a lil poem.

The moon is in full glory tonight, displaying her (creamsicle) beauty
in the most visceral way. Brilliant, daring, yet at times blushing – hidden behind a stray wisp of twilight silk
I imagine her shy smile,
And stare
Entranced
I clench my teeth in suspense.

Happiness arrives

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Several months ago, I was given a beautiful set of Russian Gypsy fortune telling cards. I use these cards pretty regularly – though the level of my use changes with the phases of my life. Pretty consistently, I’ve drawn a symbol that tells me “happiness will come from far away“. I don’t always realize what it’s referring to, but I know that I was ecstatic to spend somentome with my brother, who lives in NC. He’s a most wonderful soul, and a friend I’m glad to have.

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Nathan with my Uncle Bob at the Wrightsville Reservoir

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Canoe time! I know the photo’s funky, but I only snapped one shot of them holding it. We had a blast –  even made it halfway across the reservoir with the boat back-end forward. It was on purpose, I swear.

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<3 :]

Collecting Dust (though maaaybe not forever…)

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Leftovers

For this week’s writing challenge, shake the dust off something — a clothing item, a post draft, a toy — you haven’t touched in ages, but can’t bring yourself to throw away.

 

Before I started traveling, I had to get rid of a lot of stuff. I mean, a looooot of stuff. I’m nothing close to a hoarder – I live out of a backpack, for crying out loud – but I had a plethora of clothes and cool trinkets back in the day. Right before I hit the road, I gave most of my things away to friends and the Salvation Army. There were a few items, however, I couldn’t bear to let go. I ended up leaving this bundle of stuff at my parents’ house in North Carolina.

Of all the things I left with my family, my horseback riding gear is the dearest to me. Somewhere, sadly stuffed in a closet, lie my boots, half-chaps, helmet, and gloves. I’ve had those riding boots forever – they’ve undergone many a cleaning with saddle soap and black shoe polish. This phase of my life, unfortunately, seems to have no room for my equestrian-related desires. Being able to ride consistently takes some commitment, and I don’t feel ready to stay in one place for a while. I haven’t had a consistent horse gig in at least six years; I have no idea when I’ll ride a horse again, and it would be pretty silly to lug all that stuff around. There’s just some part of me, though, that believes I’ll be able to pull out that gear one day and use it again. Maybe I think that keeping those things will aid me in manifesting a reality that includes horses. Whatever the reason, I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing to keep my horse gear around. As long as my parents don’t mind, that is.