Tiny Little Boxes

I had a bit of a "tune-up" this morning.  While floating within the layers of my consciousness I glimpse a crescent wrench tightening up a loose bolt within my third eye and things feel a bit clearer for me this morning.

I have more clarity as to why my workamping job feels so challenging.  While at work my consciousness is contained within a very small box.  It is all about staying focused, remembering a vast array of numbers,  which buttons to push, which sequence will get me the desired result and this is all compounded with the constant ringing of the phone and people in the store asking questions.  I have a new understanding as to how this all works, how we can become so absorbed within this sticky web that there is no thought beyond just getting through the day and why at the end of the day I am mentally exhausted and depleted.  It is a brilliant system of "forgetfulness".

I now understand it on a much deeper level and why I feel tethered, rebellious and even a bit angry.  I have fallen into the slave machine.

Now, how will I respond with this new insight?

New Battery

Minnie hasn't been out on the road for awhile so I thought I would start her up to make sure she was still in working order.  Nope, she was not in running condition.  After starting her with the help of the auxiliary battery and the generator she was good for one day, but completely dead again the next day.  After a day's worth of battery charging, still nothing.  Time for a new battery.

I was mulling over the best way to get a new battery, Wren could possibly take me when she comes for a visit on Wednesday; my dad could take me when he comes to visit after the 4th of July; I could possibly get a charge to the battery and drive Minnie to get a replacement battery;  which is the best option....
Time to sleep on it and ask Spirit for some direction.

The next morning Gloria is knocking on my window wanting to know if I would like to go to Kohl's with her.  Count me in!  I am in dire need of an outing.  Also, she is happy to stop along the way to purchase the needed battery.

Neighbor Everett gets the battery out for me and calls Napa to check on the price for a new battery.  It is all set up so that I just need to get to Napa and they will have the battery waiting for me.  Ken, Gloria's husband, gets the battery into Gloria's car, the Napa salesperson has the battery and exchanges the old for the new, cost of $109.00, and when I return several hours later Everett cleans up the connections for me, installs the battery and Minnie is now revved up and ready to roll.

It is the kindness of these wonderful people that humbles me, shows me my vulnerabilities and weaknesses.  All that is asked of me is that I "pay it forward".

Sun Home/Shade Home

Now that the Sun has finally decided to show its face, I travel to Ken and Gloria's site for sun bathing, and then return back to my place for the coolness of the shade.  Thinking I have the best of both worlds:).

Summer Solstice

Thunderbird, my Drum, has not been out in a very long time.  Since it was the Summer Solstice, there was a certain "insistence" that He be played and so I started a fire and Thunderbird began the beautiful song that always calls upon the Tribes to gather.  Who knew that a particular three year old girl would hear that song and show up to share this solstice ritual with me.

As I began to drum, my neighbor's three year old granddaughter could hardly contain herself and was soon asking if she could come and join me.  She came, pacifier in mouth, and I asked if she would like to play my "very special rattle".  This rattle was gifted to me by my dear friend Romaine who is of the Cherokee Nation and is the perfect size for a three year old.  We were soon drumming and rattling around the fire.  It was not until later that her grandmother shared with me that this particular child has Cherokee blood.  It may have been the first time that this music has touched the very blood of her Soul.

After she rattled for awhile, I asked if she would like to play the drum.  We switched and I took over the rattle and held the drum while she "played" Thunderbird.  Thunderbird is an amazing communal drum, you are allowed to use the mallet, but He sings the Song.  Everyone always loves Thunderbird and I know He is to be shared freely and widely.  It is just the energy of this particular Drum.

At the end of our beautiful ritual together, I asked this three year old if she would like a special feather, stone or shell.  She thought long and hard and decided upon a shell.  I brought out my array of sacred Shells and asked her to choose the one she loved the best.  I then placed it in a pink gauze bag, told her it was hers to keep and take care of, and sent her off to bed.

I do not know what effect this has had on this particular child's life, but for me, it was one of the sweetest Solstice's I have ever experienced.

Ben Comes to Visit

The best present ever, my son unexpectedly came to visit.  We folded down the table to make a bed for him and he stayed for two nights.

I have not had such quality time with him in years and now I feel somewhat sad that he is gone.  We went up to the Timberline Lodge, talked and laughed together, stayed up into the early morning hours and laid in my bed and watched Avatar on my computer.  We have not shared this type of time together since he was 7 years old and it was just the two of us while his dad was off at law school.  It is always so much easier when it is just the two of us.

I like the table down so much that I have now turned it into a permanent couch and Minnie seems cozier and roomier.  With the curtains drawn over the cab and at the foot of the bed, it is almost a three room condo:)!

Not sure how I feel about anyone else sharing my personal sleeping space, but my son is always welcome.

As my son would say, "peace out, girl scout".

Jan, My Neighbor

I am always so happy when my neighbor Jan shows up for the weekend.  It feels like it is the only time I have any real conversation, far from the mundane world of working and the Oregonian mountain people that have become the staple of my days.

Jan is a Stanford graduate, did some time at Harvard, and I love being able to converse on a variety of subjects.  After a long eight hour shift she greets me with a note on my door, "Nice Weather!  9:30 - Yes!", meaning the weather is once again raining, and she will be happy to join me at 9:30 PM when my shift ends for cocktails and conversation.

It is midnight before we are sated with conversation and I tell her for the umpteenth time how much I love having her as my neighbor, how much I enjoy her company and we are finally able to retire to our separate homes.

After another eight hour shift tomorrow, she will be there waiting for me, as I will be looking forward to her, and we will share our lives and stories with one another, knowing how special this time between us is and savoring every moment.

Cosmic Storm

My sleep pattern is a mess right now.  Most people shut their eyes to go to sleep at night and a wonderful darkness enfolds them as they are transported to Dreamtime.  Not me.

When I shut my eyes Tuesday night I was bombarded with waves of intense swirling energies.  Electric spirals of energy.   Kept me awake most of the night and when I finally did fall asleep I could barely wake up until someone knocked on my door.  It was noon.

Last night when I shut my eyes I was treated to a flood of massive proportion, an epic Noah's Ark flood.  Luckily this particular "movie" didn't last too long and I was able to fall asleep fairly quickly.

I know some people who are in Egypt right now and  my sense is that whatever they are doing is particularly powerful and that I am tuning into this work they are doing.  What a ride!