...is tall trees AND the sea!!
I forgot about how much synchronicity prevails over on this side...
Bring the sun they kept telling me, and so the rain stopped for the first time in weeks, the clouds parted and the sky and sea were blue the hour that I got to the coast...
it lasted for most the afternoon, than back to the signature grey...I pocketed an agate or two that were already gathered for me
O blessed, blessed loud crashing sea...
Your thunder's reawakened in me.
But the best gift was Gretchen's presence in my soul
Lincoln Beach and the myth that quick alive again in me
ahhhh Poetry and tall tall trees
how good it feels to sleep in the clean outdoor breeze. to hear and know it's the mama speaking straight and pure to me.
and dear friends. dear friends speak language that is spirit,
At night we climbed in to the mountains up a path, we followed Paul. It was clear enough to see the stars, and at the cabin there was already a fire. His friends showed up slow at first then suddenly charmed and then everyone was smiling and bright and there, and then the drums and rattlers came out, and the songs started one by one.
Tall trees and synchronicity and synchronicity and synchronicity is synchronicity. O whole pure healing and soaks and lying in the grass. I met my favorite blogger, we talked an hour she works with Paul. I didn't know she was here, but these are miracles and they are every breathing moment of life. Of course they are, why shouldn't they be?
Of course I didn't want to leave. But Beth had me go in the labyrinth which thank goodness she did because I was so blissed I had to be prompted in to what to do! It was a long, good and startling, startling true walk which reminded me evermore wherever you go there you are. And that this is ok, is right! Is good and I can trust in me. I can love.
Later, she played music which made me cry.
Good cries tho, good mountains good mountain songs.
On the road home I called mom but cousin Erin answered in spanish hola hola and hello. It confused me at first why does mom's voice sound just like me? I got to talk to Erin and it was so bouyant light and charm. She put mom on and when mom took the phone to dad I heard the voices and could tell she'd stepped on to the back porch at the Pines, aunts and uncles and family friends. About to eat steamed crabs. And dad said your brother just pulled up here let me put him on, and my heart bubbled over to be in touch with all them, my family, 3000 miles away and to know, to so know, I have a home and know who I am, and love, soo so love the place where I am from.
For now, I will love love love the Oregon Coast, all the wet, and the tall sweet trees.
For now, I will revel in the love of this sweet calm peace.
and the healing waters, and mountain breath ahhhhh.
and cleanse, good sweats, and release
how good it feels to sleep in the clean outdoor breeze. to hear and know it's the mama speaking straight and pure to me.
and dear friends. dear friends speak language that is spirit,
and peace
At night we climbed in to the mountains up a path, we followed Paul. It was clear enough to see the stars, and at the cabin there was already a fire. His friends showed up slow at first then suddenly charmed and then everyone was smiling and bright and there, and then the drums and rattlers came out, and the songs started one by one.
I glowed and sung, and sung and we sung, and the songs and the drums were so, so sweet. I put songs that were prayers in to the pine and mountain and river air.
And I am full again of spirit and of peace. I smiled a lot and sat long times in the steam.
There is nothing like sisters, water fairies! Life is vibrant because of the medicine of good friends.
There is nothing like sisters, water fairies! Life is vibrant because of the medicine of good friends.
Tall trees and synchronicity and synchronicity and synchronicity is synchronicity. O whole pure healing and soaks and lying in the grass. I met my favorite blogger, we talked an hour she works with Paul. I didn't know she was here, but these are miracles and they are every breathing moment of life. Of course they are, why shouldn't they be?
Of course I didn't want to leave. But Beth had me go in the labyrinth which thank goodness she did because I was so blissed I had to be prompted in to what to do! It was a long, good and startling, startling true walk which reminded me evermore wherever you go there you are. And that this is ok, is right! Is good and I can trust in me. I can love.
Later, she played music which made me cry.
Good cries tho, good mountains good mountain songs.
On the road home I called mom but cousin Erin answered in spanish hola hola and hello. It confused me at first why does mom's voice sound just like me? I got to talk to Erin and it was so bouyant light and charm. She put mom on and when mom took the phone to dad I heard the voices and could tell she'd stepped on to the back porch at the Pines, aunts and uncles and family friends. About to eat steamed crabs. And dad said your brother just pulled up here let me put him on, and my heart bubbled over to be in touch with all them, my family, 3000 miles away and to know, to so know, I have a home and know who I am, and love, soo so love the place where I am from.
For now, I will love love love the Oregon Coast, all the wet, and the tall sweet trees.
For now, I will revel in the love of this sweet calm peace.
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