I spent several months in initiation with a Tree at Mt. Pisgah in Eugene, Oregon. I started to carry a small notepad so that I could write down all that was coming through in an attempt to not forget all the many teachings. I remain in awe of what was written, as I now feel so removed from that time.
I purchased a crockpot on Saturday at a park yard sale. Because I have such limited space, I needed to rearrange all the cupboards in order to find a place for this new purchase. In the rearranging, I found a notepad that I had completely forgotten about but now feel was perfect in the timing of its rediscovery. I am hesitant to share one of the entries, one of several, but also feel I will get no rest until I do. So here it is.
January 12, 2008
"What is it about Her that calls us out of our warm homes to walk upon Her body during rain deluges?
She gushes with fertility and cannot be denied.
I sit with the Tree and am immediately transported through an energy portal. The Sun comes out and shines on me as I recover the buried wisdom, the Book of Alchemy.
I straddle the two worlds - one side flowing, golden locks, the other side dark, with a finely woven tapestry of colors. In between is the loom, the place of transformation that is necessary for creation. The 'wool' is taken from the golden locks, processed through the holes/grids of the loom and comes through on the other side a beautiful tapestry of many brightly colored yarns".
Few people will understand that this is where my soul resides, within the space that weaves this loom and everything I do and am, is for this purpose. And I have never known it so clearly and dearly as when I sat with my Tree.
The Aspect Of My Life
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
'Nother Week in Goodyear
I was already to leave tomorrow, had my week's reservation in Needles, CA, had already said some good-byes, and *poof*, there go those plans!
My refrigerator mysteriously stopped working off of electricity so now will only work off of my propane. I checked everything I knew to check, had a neighbor check what he could think of, called a mobile RV repair service and they had me check everything they could think of, and it looks like a service call is in order. He can't get to me until Monday and then there may be a part to order which would take another few days, so here I am, another week in Goodyear. Good news is that this site was available for another week, which was very fortunate, and I have found a place to buy propane when I start to get panicky about how low I am getting. At the moment I have a half tank so will see how far that gets me.
Trying to see the "bigger picture" as to why I have been delayed this week, and the money it will cost to repair the fridge, and once again, surrender is the theme of the day.
I think I need a drink.....
My refrigerator mysteriously stopped working off of electricity so now will only work off of my propane. I checked everything I knew to check, had a neighbor check what he could think of, called a mobile RV repair service and they had me check everything they could think of, and it looks like a service call is in order. He can't get to me until Monday and then there may be a part to order which would take another few days, so here I am, another week in Goodyear. Good news is that this site was available for another week, which was very fortunate, and I have found a place to buy propane when I start to get panicky about how low I am getting. At the moment I have a half tank so will see how far that gets me.
Trying to see the "bigger picture" as to why I have been delayed this week, and the money it will cost to repair the fridge, and once again, surrender is the theme of the day.
I think I need a drink.....
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Laundry
Today was laundry day and take it from me, not all laundry facilities are created equal.
Because I am currently staying at such a large park, I had to walk two blocks each way to do my laundry. I would have put it off until I was at a park with closer facilities, but with all those new quarters in my pocket and bedding needing to be washed, it just seemed like a good day for laundry.
Other than the long walk, this was a fairly decent laundry facility. The bonus was that you could add .25 as needed when drying, versus the more typical policy of having to add an entire drying sum, usually .75-$1.25. These are some of the things I have come to appreciate while doing laundry on the road: TVs and good reading material, TVs are extremely rare; a nice chair to sit in; a good book exchange, or any book exchange at all!; dryers that really work and don't cost $2.00 worth of quarters to get my light weight clothes dry; a CLEAN facility with washers and dryers that are not out of order; and the worst one ever, no standing water on the floor! Ewwww...that was the worst. And, as much as I love dogs, no large, hairy dogs in the laundry room while I am taking out my freshly laundered clothes.
Good to be clean for another few days, or weeks.
Because I am currently staying at such a large park, I had to walk two blocks each way to do my laundry. I would have put it off until I was at a park with closer facilities, but with all those new quarters in my pocket and bedding needing to be washed, it just seemed like a good day for laundry.
Other than the long walk, this was a fairly decent laundry facility. The bonus was that you could add .25 as needed when drying, versus the more typical policy of having to add an entire drying sum, usually .75-$1.25. These are some of the things I have come to appreciate while doing laundry on the road: TVs and good reading material, TVs are extremely rare; a nice chair to sit in; a good book exchange, or any book exchange at all!; dryers that really work and don't cost $2.00 worth of quarters to get my light weight clothes dry; a CLEAN facility with washers and dryers that are not out of order; and the worst one ever, no standing water on the floor! Ewwww...that was the worst. And, as much as I love dogs, no large, hairy dogs in the laundry room while I am taking out my freshly laundered clothes.
Good to be clean for another few days, or weeks.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Zingo
This evening I went to the $1.00 ice cream social (how could I pass that up??) and ended up staying to play Zingo. I have never heard of this game before, but I sure do like it. It is played the same as Bingo, only with cards, and I won $9.75 in quarters. Yahoo! - laundry money:).
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Leprechaun
There is a leprechaun living across from me. It wasn't until our second encounter that I could truly *see* her. One of my gifts is being able to see beyond the human, and into a particular essence a person may carry.
She and her husband came over to introduce themselves and then shared the story of their great granddaughter who is two years old and struggling with heart conditions. Hopefully this beautiful young soul will soon receive a heart transplant, but until then, I said I would do what I could do, which is to send her love and light.
She came back over a short time later to update me on her great granddaughter's condition, which has improved, and we then began to share our stories of the Celtic countries, Ireland, Scotland, England and Wales. It was then that she absolutely morphed into a leprechaun:). I know one when I see one. No wonder she looks like a 20 year old in a 70 something body!
She and her husband came over to introduce themselves and then shared the story of their great granddaughter who is two years old and struggling with heart conditions. Hopefully this beautiful young soul will soon receive a heart transplant, but until then, I said I would do what I could do, which is to send her love and light.
She came back over a short time later to update me on her great granddaughter's condition, which has improved, and we then began to share our stories of the Celtic countries, Ireland, Scotland, England and Wales. It was then that she absolutely morphed into a leprechaun:). I know one when I see one. No wonder she looks like a 20 year old in a 70 something body!
Shooting Stick
Stumbled upon a billiards room and couldn't resist the urge to see how much my game has atrophied since being at my brother's. No big surprise, my game has gone down a few notches.
My brother is an amazing potter (http://craftinggentleness.blogspot.com/2007/05/pottery-and-ancient-life-conversation.html) which the article can explain better than I can. He left the "civilized world" many years ago and never looked back. His life is rustic at best and he is only a few years past having an outhouse and a home that was called the Airhouse because it had no external walls. What he does have going for him in his new abode is a regulation pool table that takes up most of his living/dining area. In December I spent several weeks with him and because there is not much to do other than throwing pots or shooting pool, I spent a lot of time trying to improve my game. On occasion I would have moments of brilliance, but what I lack is consistency. That comes with countless hours of playing and my brother has obviously put in some time. His ease and skill with a pool stick amaze me and I always tell him he could make some money playing this sport if he ever wanted to. He is just happy to have someone to play with and help them figure out the angles and improve their game.
My son also had the opportunity to spend some time with his uncle and the three of us spent way too much time shooting pool with one another. Basically, Ben and I played while my brother, Michael, encouraged us and gave us some valuable pointers. He "toyed" with us until he had enough and then would run the table. But Ben and I did learn alot and played as much as we could. The last time I shot any pool was at a bar in St. Francisville, LA and I whooped Benny. Chock one up for mom:).
My brother is an amazing potter (http://craftinggentleness.blogspot.com/2007/05/pottery-and-ancient-life-conversation.html) which the article can explain better than I can. He left the "civilized world" many years ago and never looked back. His life is rustic at best and he is only a few years past having an outhouse and a home that was called the Airhouse because it had no external walls. What he does have going for him in his new abode is a regulation pool table that takes up most of his living/dining area. In December I spent several weeks with him and because there is not much to do other than throwing pots or shooting pool, I spent a lot of time trying to improve my game. On occasion I would have moments of brilliance, but what I lack is consistency. That comes with countless hours of playing and my brother has obviously put in some time. His ease and skill with a pool stick amaze me and I always tell him he could make some money playing this sport if he ever wanted to. He is just happy to have someone to play with and help them figure out the angles and improve their game.
My son also had the opportunity to spend some time with his uncle and the three of us spent way too much time shooting pool with one another. Basically, Ben and I played while my brother, Michael, encouraged us and gave us some valuable pointers. He "toyed" with us until he had enough and then would run the table. But Ben and I did learn alot and played as much as we could. The last time I shot any pool was at a bar in St. Francisville, LA and I whooped Benny. Chock one up for mom:).
Monday, March 1, 2010
Manifesting Minnie
I started looking at motorhomes when I was around 48. At the time I was spending my summers biking across Nebraska and Iowa, spinning wheels in an attempt to escape my life, myself. At the end of an exhausting day on the road all that awaited me was a tent and a thermarest, and if I was lucky, a cold beer. It was hard on my 48 year old body trying to keep up with my 30-something friends and I started to notice and become envious of the elite crowd that had motorhomes, or even a pop-up. On one ride across Nebraska we did have a pop-up which meant at the end of the day we had a cooler full of beer, chips and salsa and even lounge chairs. Wow, this was so much better.
So, on some of my trips to Omaha I started making side trips to RV sales center to drool over what was completely out of my reach but so enticing. I was only looking at new motorhomes, I don't think I even knew there was such a thing as a used motorhome, and most of them were in the $30,000 range. The seed was planted.
When my dad asked me what I wanted for my 50th birthday present, I said I wanted a motorhome and when I told him how much they cost, his reply was "that's one hell of a camper!" and we had a good laugh. He was with me during that trip across Nebraska when we had a pop-up so he could appreciate where I was coming from, but no way was that going to be my birthday gift. What did end up being my 50th birthday present was my first visit to Glastonbury, England and that gift totally changed my life forever. I began an inner journey that was so intense that all thoughts of biking, motorhomes, friends and even family took a backseat until I emerged several years later totally altered from who I had been.
One of the events that happened during that process is that I moved to Eugene, Oregon. All the millions of pieces that had shattered started to reform and I found myself amongst groups of beautiful women who nurtured and protected me as I emerged from the cocoon. I eventually sold my road bike and all my biking clothes, started drumming, attending sacred circles, rediscovering my "seeing" and "feeling" abilities, travelling back and forth to Glastonbury, visiting other worlds and dimensions.
I started visiting and hiking Mt. Pisgah, one of the local mountains in Eugene, and it soon became a sacred place. I experienced so many visions and teachings while sharing time with that mountain that I even started to write a book, The Tree and Me (Teachings from Another World), in an attempt to capture some of the magic that consumed me. That is a whole different story for another time.
On one of my hikes, what I always referred to as a "walk and talk" because I would walk and Spirit would talk, the vision of a motorhome came through loud and clear. Every argument I had as to why this would not work was quickly answered with a solution as to how it could work. I would need a GPS, laptop computer, cell phone and AAA, non of which I had at the time, but I saw how it could be done. And with this seeing, the seeds began to bloom.
It would take a few more years of upheaval, a year rehabilitating a severely broken ankle, moving out of the marriage and then back into the marriage, walking through fears, gaining strength and courage, climbing out of a deeply grooved pattern, until I was finally ready to totally release my former life and jump off the cliff into the great unknown. But I was ready. I had my GPS, laptop and cell phone and a year's worth of roadside assistance would soon follow.
And because I was truly ready, Minnie Minerva Winnie DeVinney showed up in my life. I started looking at RV sales centers, searching the internet, poring over craigslist postings, doing everything I knew how to do to manifest this dream of mine. I came very close to purchasing a Class A RV, was in the process of signing the papers, but had such a physical reaction that I could not commit to finalizing the paperwork and had to walk out the door. To this day I am thankful I was prevented from making that purchase.
In August 2009 I placed a wanted ad on craigslist just to make sure I was covering all my bases. We hadn't even put our house on the market yet but I already knew how it would work out. I had seen the vision while hiking Mt. Pisgah. A few weeks later, I received a reply to that ad and there she was, the perfect motorhome, the one I had been waiting for. She and I connected, I knew she was the one, and that day I committed to the purchase. The sell of the house had yet to close, I did not drive her or have her mechanically checked out, I just showed up a month and a half later with a cashier's check in hand and drove her away. The seed that had been planted so many years ago was now a beautiful flower.
And here we are today, me and Minnie Winnie, both of us showing our age but still looking pretty dang good considering our journeys. Some days all we have are each other, a full tank of gas and an open road. Beats the heck out of pedaling:)!
So, on some of my trips to Omaha I started making side trips to RV sales center to drool over what was completely out of my reach but so enticing. I was only looking at new motorhomes, I don't think I even knew there was such a thing as a used motorhome, and most of them were in the $30,000 range. The seed was planted.
When my dad asked me what I wanted for my 50th birthday present, I said I wanted a motorhome and when I told him how much they cost, his reply was "that's one hell of a camper!" and we had a good laugh. He was with me during that trip across Nebraska when we had a pop-up so he could appreciate where I was coming from, but no way was that going to be my birthday gift. What did end up being my 50th birthday present was my first visit to Glastonbury, England and that gift totally changed my life forever. I began an inner journey that was so intense that all thoughts of biking, motorhomes, friends and even family took a backseat until I emerged several years later totally altered from who I had been.
One of the events that happened during that process is that I moved to Eugene, Oregon. All the millions of pieces that had shattered started to reform and I found myself amongst groups of beautiful women who nurtured and protected me as I emerged from the cocoon. I eventually sold my road bike and all my biking clothes, started drumming, attending sacred circles, rediscovering my "seeing" and "feeling" abilities, travelling back and forth to Glastonbury, visiting other worlds and dimensions.
I started visiting and hiking Mt. Pisgah, one of the local mountains in Eugene, and it soon became a sacred place. I experienced so many visions and teachings while sharing time with that mountain that I even started to write a book, The Tree and Me (Teachings from Another World), in an attempt to capture some of the magic that consumed me. That is a whole different story for another time.
On one of my hikes, what I always referred to as a "walk and talk" because I would walk and Spirit would talk, the vision of a motorhome came through loud and clear. Every argument I had as to why this would not work was quickly answered with a solution as to how it could work. I would need a GPS, laptop computer, cell phone and AAA, non of which I had at the time, but I saw how it could be done. And with this seeing, the seeds began to bloom.
It would take a few more years of upheaval, a year rehabilitating a severely broken ankle, moving out of the marriage and then back into the marriage, walking through fears, gaining strength and courage, climbing out of a deeply grooved pattern, until I was finally ready to totally release my former life and jump off the cliff into the great unknown. But I was ready. I had my GPS, laptop and cell phone and a year's worth of roadside assistance would soon follow.
And because I was truly ready, Minnie Minerva Winnie DeVinney showed up in my life. I started looking at RV sales centers, searching the internet, poring over craigslist postings, doing everything I knew how to do to manifest this dream of mine. I came very close to purchasing a Class A RV, was in the process of signing the papers, but had such a physical reaction that I could not commit to finalizing the paperwork and had to walk out the door. To this day I am thankful I was prevented from making that purchase.
In August 2009 I placed a wanted ad on craigslist just to make sure I was covering all my bases. We hadn't even put our house on the market yet but I already knew how it would work out. I had seen the vision while hiking Mt. Pisgah. A few weeks later, I received a reply to that ad and there she was, the perfect motorhome, the one I had been waiting for. She and I connected, I knew she was the one, and that day I committed to the purchase. The sell of the house had yet to close, I did not drive her or have her mechanically checked out, I just showed up a month and a half later with a cashier's check in hand and drove her away. The seed that had been planted so many years ago was now a beautiful flower.
And here we are today, me and Minnie Winnie, both of us showing our age but still looking pretty dang good considering our journeys. Some days all we have are each other, a full tank of gas and an open road. Beats the heck out of pedaling:)!
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