Weird, weird, weird

 Weird:  definition, "supernatural influences"

A short while back I posted a blog about a Saturday market artist and the necklace which had such a magnetic pull on my energy field that I had to go back the next week and buy it.  Next thing I know, I had a comment from Taryn, of that very same booth, on my blog site and a new public follower.  How did this happen???  They did not know my name, let alone that I am a blogger, or how to find that particular blog site, which in any event, has nothing to do with my name.  It was all so mysterious and weird.

Maria is just as puzzled as I am as to how this occurred.  But, she somehow stumbles upon a link to the Saturday Market and sends me this:  http://www.eugenesaturdaymarket.org/booth.html.  Part of the mystery is solved.

I am not going to search for any further answers as to how the original person found my blog.  As he/she wrote, it was "a moment in the Mystic realm".

Taming the Beast

I finally got a hair cut.  My hair had gotten so long it was starting to overwhelm me.  I haven't had a haircut in 3 months, which is a very long time when you have hair like mine.  I am now probably good for another four months.

My hair is naturally curly, wiry and wild.  A bit like me:).  Until I was 50 I was constantly trying to tame it.  I tried many different haircuts and would only occasionally get one I could manage.  But, mostly, my hair ran the show and so I learned how to use ball caps , hats and scarves to keep it hidden and under control.

I have also had varying shades of color applied to my hair thinking maybe this would camouflage my unruly hair.  My first experiment was putting in a peroxide streak which turned out to be a wider swath than intended and had me hiding in curlers and a hairnet so that my father would not notice.  The curlers eventually came out and the family lived with my new hair until we all got used to it.  In high school I had my hair frosted as a treat to help ease the depression of yet another move.  That particular style aged me so much I was mistaken for a teacher.  I was a red head for a good 15 years and the color seemed to have suited me as people thought that was my natural color.

I have tried to go completely natural, but still have a few streaks of color.  I also have these beautiful ribbons of grey/white that will eventually take over and hopefully that will be the end of the coloring process.

After many, many attempts to find a suitable haircut, I have finally allowed my hair to be as wild as it wants.  I no longer try to tame it, straighten it, make it behave.  As I have allowed myself to just be, I have also allowed this freedom to my hair.  It has given both of us a much better life.

Rita comes to visit

I haven't had the Shells out in such a long time.  We have a very new and powerful bonding and I am glad for the two readings within the past few days.  I hope they will send me more people.

Ahhhh.....massage

I am ecstatic when dear friend Rita wants to trade a massage for a reading.  Along with a deep massage, Rita also employs tuning forks, Bird energy, Tibetan bowls, Dragon bells and anything else that the shamanese within her feels is needed.  I have some sore spots in my body, particularly my calves, but am pleasantly surprised that my physical body is not more torqued out from living on the road.  I do feel that I am compressed and jammed up, but with Rita's assistance I am elongated.   Happy that this massage has unexpectantly shown up.

Rita's heart home is the Amazon and she has been there numerous times.  The last time she was there she traveled several days down the Amazon to a remote tribe where she was the first white female, possibly the first white person, to participate in their ancient plant ceremonies.  She has been such an inspiration to me and I love sharing our various tales and journeys.  We are always off on some gallop somewhere:).  Her garden and home sanctuary are pieces of paradise.

Beltane in Glastonbury, England

Hats and Jewelry

Here is Maria in her new hemp hat, new jewelry and new shirt.  This shirt was mine at one point but I gifted it to Lilly, of Lilly's Closet, and Maria liked it so much she bought it.  I did love that shirt......

                                     Maria's new necklace

My lizard necklace.

Susan Tate

Susan Tate came to visit today.   This picture absolutely does not do her justice and does not capture the beauty that she carries, a photo cannot express her true essence.  Susan advertises herself as an Energy Intuitive/Reiki Master, but oh, she is so much more than that.

When back in Eugene it is imperative that I have an energy overhaul.  I stay as far away from the medical field as possible, only visiting when it is of the trauma nature, but checking in with my energy body is as important to me as a yearly physical check-up.  I am a high-sensitive, an empath, and have learned the hard way  to be very discerning in regards to who I allow into my energy field.  Susan is my favorite person for such work.

I met Susan at a one day workshop that none of us should have attended, but we were all drawn to a Chinese man who had some high billing and somehow we all felt it would benefit us from attending.   Soooo not the case.  But I was struck by Susan's beauty and met up with her again at a fire ceremony and we were drawn to one another.  We have been energetically playing together ever since.

I had an appointment with her on Friday and in exchange she came to me today.  We spent several hours in my favorite playground, divining, seeing, reflecting and affirming.  I brought out the akashic charts, the tarot cards and cowry shells.  The shells have not been out in a long time and they were particularly potent today, needing to speak.

I am so thankful to have been blessed with Susan's presence today.  To remember the joy of doing what I do best.

And, Susan, I did not thank you for the money exchange.  So, thank you.  I am still working on that receiving part of me.

Oh, and as far as my energy field, apart from some minor adjustments, I am good to go:).