Sharing My Love

I just found this written as a draft. I decided to post it (:


Today, I got an email from my father around 10 am. I clicked on it. A copy and paste format of images and paragraphs reads: Tell Your Lightning In A Bottle Story & Enter To Win Tickets. My eyes were drawn to those bigger bolder words suggesting I tell my story. Scrolling further, pictures of memories from the festival prior and plenty events coming my way, all in good fun, good times, keep them coming and going and to always be remembered.

I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you; to you, and all who are involved, creating, planting seeds of life in your beautifully produced events. So much love for you all.

I have been to LIB twice now, 2011 and 2012.
It is my favorite. Such magic. So good! Legendary! I wear the bracelet from the years past til I get the new one. A good reminder every time I look down at 2012's magenta and purple bracelet, and then remembering my same color 1 day pass bracelet from 2011. Speaking of, I wonder what this years will look like. Endless possibilities there are.

So, my 2011 LIB story goes like this...
2011 I was living in Las Vegas. It was the end of February; the 28th I believe, and I just purchased my early bird ticket for the festival with a gentleman I was seeing, saw, fell in love with; let's just call him The White Rabbit for now. I had been to one night only indoor raves in Los Angeles before I knew of conscious ones moving, doing and being together under the freely winking skies.
Two weeks before Memorial day weekend The White Rabbit tells me we cannot see each other anymore, the feeling is not mutual.

I have stepped into a vortex of magic and wheels of fate.

'Will this change our plans for LIB?' I asked. There was never a response.

I manage to sell my ticket to a friend of a friend last minute. As soon as I made the exchanged, my friend Rob calls me.
'Hey, I heard you need a ride to LIB?'

I told him that I wasn't going. If only he had called 2 minutes earlier...if only.
All of the sudden, something struck me. A jolt. A shock to the system.

'I just sold my ticket..I'll ride with you to California though.'
 I thought, if I wasn't going to go to LIB, I would at least visit some friends in the LA area.

Half way to LA I get butterflies. I felt, 'How can I sacrifice my being? No more feeling sorry for myself. I need to be there. I have been waiting for this'. Rob and I begin scheming. I only had $80. Apparently that was around the amount I needed for a one day pass.
As he drops me off at a friends house in Culver City, we discuss meeting at the Temple Of Consciousness, 2:00pm sharp on Sunday.

You see, I have no idea how I am going to get to the festival or who with at this point, I just know I will be there.
Saturday rolls around and I walk to Venice beach hoping to spot someone I know. No one. Not a single person I recognize. I made a few phone calls and manage to reach one friend, Jules. She said a friend of hers is looking to hang out, I accept the invitation. We meet.
He's an interesting character. Let's call him "Sniff(le)s"

Taking a walk, this fellow and I get into the conversation about this festival, and how amazing it sounds and how badly I want to go. I turn to him and he responds with the perfect answer, 'Let's go!'. We prep the car and headed south  the next day.

We pull up into the parking lot of the college where the tickets are being sold. There's my wrist band, "Really Good!" it reads, a single bracelet, a single moment that changed my life forever. Tears, running down my face with the mere thought of 'I made it.'.

We roll down the dirt road passing people in their stripes, feathers and ruffles and park in the back left of the lot. Sniffs, wearing all white, was hopscotching through the easily tracked practically paint sand dirt as we walk into the fair grounds.The sun is shining, people lounging around on the ground, legs crossed or bodies sprawled on their blankets and scarves to prevent the grass from making them itch. A major stage to my right, lights as high as a three story building are going off in my head, as I can only imagine what the outdoor festivities are like at night at like here.




We reach the temple of consciousness; it's 2 PM sharp.
'Where is he?' I wonder. 'Where is he?' These thoughts become words.
Not there. 'I know I will see him when I need to', the thought fills me. We leave, back down the hill from which we just climbed, lined with fiery red and gold lanterns I interpenetrated as 'watch your step'.

We decide to stop for a smoke break. 'Who to ask, who to ask.'
'Would you like to partake?', we ask a group of ones, all so beautiful. They turn to each other; it takes a moment or two for them to come to a verdict.
'No, Thanks!' they reply.
We move on. Sniffs asks if we should ask anyone else. I am feeling slightly discouraged at this point. Walking through the tents, a voice  rings through the spaces between.
"Hey! You guys hungry?", I remember it perfectly.

We follow a pathway outlined in rocks to the voice hailing from a skinny smiling body waving an arm from in between the nylon skins of the tents. He warmly invites us to join them in their parachute den; pillows and carpet spread all around the ground, with a short table supporting a pole reaching up and out the center of the dome- taped to it, a light; a light to always find my way back. Oh, excuse me-- and by them, I mean him, a girl named Johnny and Aj, who now prefers to be called Anthony.

As he was flipping over and heating a couple of brats on his electric grill he introduces himself.
'You can call me Kripa'.

Boy, that will be a name I will always remember.
This night! This time. This place.
I got a text from The White Rabbit, asking 'Are you at LIB?' that night.
I know I am on track.

I stayed with this group all night. Speaking with one another and sharing stories. Meeting new beautiful ones to share space and time with. A group of strangers all sharing a life, a moment in life, in this space, in this time, collectively creating, inspiring dreams, truth. Family, brothers and sisters, all lives happening all at once. We stayed awake and felt the sun rise with it's warm embrace.The time has come for ones to pack up. We didn't have to go home, but we could not stay there.

All the tents surrounding the dome were gone. Only a few people remained, exchanging numbers, goodbyes and hugs.
I decided to go on one last walk to the temple before leaving. On my way back down after enjoying my personal moments, I find myself being bear hugged by a fuzzy creature. It was such a loving embrace.
'It looked like you needed one', the fuzzy fellow remarked.
And needed one, I suppose, I did. We walked back down the trail to half cleared lots of moop and dirt and exchange names; Kyle is his.

And we shall meet again.


(This is the kind of story that takes a little bit of time to read. It's a butterfly effect sort of thing; which now that I think about it, this moment is one big flap of the wings)

Tinker, another new friend (who wears a dashing top hat), is about to leave. Next stop, he is visiting his parents. We say our farewells and see you laters', and he's off and away on his motorcycle in the blink of an eye.

I meet back with Kripa, Johnny and Anthony. A strange thing happened.
'Do you want to come with us?'

Kripa instantly showed me their means of traveling. It's a white short school bus that runs on cooking oil and gas. The dome rides on top and all the pillows inside stashed as tight as they can go. The inside benches, storage and shelves are handcrafted by Anthony and Kripa. Johnny informed my that it's a lot of hard work, loading and unloading. They planned on hitting 5 more festivals on their way to Seattle, WA, and then one more once they got there.

I said yes.
It felt right.

I went back in Vegas, worked for three days as an temporary office assistant, and met them in San Rafael, CA; and guess who gave me a ride and just happened to trade his motorcycle in for a car last minute at his parents house. Yes, Tinker! Who happened to be headed to Northern California as well.
Oh, life. Flow, all there is, is flow.

I went to these music festivals with them. Slept in the dome in the green sleeping bag my dad gave me. I traveled past Northern California for my first time, into OR, and WA. I saw places and stood places I had never been before. I am living free, and for my Self.  I am doing new things, I am meeting new people, finding family every where I am.

Because of meeting this group at Lightning In A Bottle, I landed in Washington. There, I met the loves of my life. I introduced my father to a couple (Kat and Sean Brown) I met here in WA at a "Meet Up", that happened to live in Las Vegas, regularly. This event encouraged my dad to reopened The Global Phoenix Foundation, a non-profit that supports holistic initiatives that manifest positive, symbiotic change for the planet and all who inhabit her.

All of this, because I chose to go to LIB. Because I chose to be strong. Because I opened up. I followed my heart, and said "YES!" to the universe.

Thank you Kripa, Johnny and AJ.
Always and forever, you played a major role in change my life.
& Thank you Lightning In A Bottle. I want to share you with the world.
MAGIC.



2012, I went again.
On the last night, Sunday, I experienced my heart again.
Two of my friends got sleepy during Bassnectar. (Go figure)
I had been holding my fist sized Labradorite for hours now. I believe it has something to do with me being so awake so early in the morning sober as a bat. They went to sleep, and I managed to have my the first moments alone at the festival. I roamed around right before the sun came up, and for the first time ran into familiar friends. I came across my friend Viking playing his bass for Lantz Lazwell and The Vibe Tribe. Seriously getting their grooves on. I stand  there and enjoy the tunes and wiggle around for a while before turning around. There was Kyle, the fuzzy fellow I had met a year before. It turns out, after moving to Washington, we have mutual friends ( which I still find fascinating because he lives in AZ). I walk some more and witness the sun rising. A familiar feeling rushes me. I am comfortable.

A guy runs up next to me and asks if I would like a swig of his wine.
I reply 'No, thank you. But I will throw it away for you.'
It ended up in the trash.

This guy is Telopa. A featured artists at 2012'a LIB. He painted a female, his muse, in most, if not all of his paintings. He invites me to hang out. We go to the artist parking/camping area and grab an orange and a two halves of a coconut. We take a walk, past all the cars, through a fence, down a small trench and through golden grasses that stuck them selves and poked themselves through my cotton slouchy boots. Those boots still have not recovered.
We work our way through wild squash and artichokes and stumble upon an old oak tree. He explained that an old gypsy woman showed him this tree the year prior. She found him going back in time in his mind and brought him to the tree to see the present moment again. We climbed to the open limbs so ready to catch us as we lounged against her leaves and peeling skins. We ate the orange and scooped the meat from the coconut halves. A song plays in the distance. It's one from memories I made months before, road tripping with a new friend to Washington. It's a song called "Let It Be" by Blackmill. It all lines up so perfectly, these life webs and gears.

Again, Thank you.

Full and New

Hello!!
I have decided to make this a more personal blog. Here, I will be posting my  poems, writing, drawings, paintings, photographs, and videos! A place for me to share my creations, knowledge and wisdom, and re-inspire myself in the process. For me, I feel the need to produce more than I am consuming, so why not start now?

To lift and hold the sun in such grace,

And the openness to express that life is great.

All right.

In the matter of flow, it is with ease.

The old gears still turn in the breeze.

The web holds strong in the seasons to come, and go.

Stand tall and balanced as the trees do so, 

Naturally.

Reach high in the sky, and know,

Feel.

Go with the flow and love will follow.

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Do you see clarity in knowing through these eyes?

Do you hear the library of memories in the voice?

Are you witnessing this?

A fury.

Cosmically entangled webs of existential momentum,

 Memorable, mold-able realities you can taste, hear, see and touch.

Bless this. Bless that.

Be you. Be self. 

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 Black.

Clear. 

White.

Magenta.

Lavender.

Pink.

Koval Blue.

Gold.

Turquoise. 

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My Eternal Vibration

I'RI'A'LEIM

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YOUR COLORS R BRILLIANT.

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"If you amplify the frequency, the structure of the matter will change."

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I went to Coachella for the first time this past weekend. I never had an interest in going; it definitely wasn't a festival that I even thought about putting on my list of "have to's". 

Haylee, a friend from high school, made facebook post the day of the event that she had a ticket she was willing to give away to anyone who wanted to go...or could go for that matter.

I was the chosen one, well, seeing as my amount of responsibilities is nonexistent, the choice was easy.

I was blown away. Good job Coachella! It was actually a really pleasant experience. I made tons of new friends who are down right brothers and sisters, and saw extremely talented people show off their gifts to the world. Oh, and the speakers were the biggest I have ever seen, and the clearest I have ever heard, and all over the place. No matter where you stood, you had could hear music loud and clear (unless of course you happen to be standing in the few places the sound jumbles from multiple stages).

I was most excited to see Dub FX and Flower Fairy share their pieces of art. My eyes billowed with tears as I watch the couple perform. So in love they are, I can feel it 15 feet away.

Will I ever go back? Who knows.

Although, now, I am wishing I took photos of this event. 

Hm. Why not start now? (;
So many more to come!

Blessings!

ROYAH

Mirror Mirror

Art as Healing; Expression as Medicine 

Creating Wellness in Community

What are your own current modes of self-expression?

Currently, I write, take photos and dance with fire and allow myself to be, open to, all. 

How have the expressive arts healed, transformed and guided you on your path?

Writing helps me reflect on my Self, i can see where my mind is based on my writing. Slightly scattered or in the point that touched the page.

All of these arts allow the transformation of energy, feeling and thought into something tangible and productive. It all has come so natural and effortlessly. To experience newness to the fullest. When I take photos,  I have the opportunity to share different perspectives of the world. It also allows me to save a moment in a persons life; I like taking photos of people in a moment, without them being aware of the fact. And when that being sees the photo, they go back, to that time and place. It's magic(: and dancing with fire poi, the cycles, the rhythm, the light, it flows, like life. There are paths of zero resistance, that create this beautiful dance. When I first started I was scared to be burned, and when I let go, I realized what I was scared of isn't scary. When I write it all down, I see how reflective it all is; it's life. Just knowing I'm here now writing this validates I'm on the right track. 

When you work, play and express with others in the creative realm, what mediums do you use? What is the power of those mediums as transformational tools?

This is interesting. (Haha) When I read this, I see my energetic field. I smile. I look at people in the eye and acknowledge them, witness them. Be fully present. It's an art in itself; being. 

How do you see the expressive arts being applied for healing/growth/change in your community? In the world?

I see it naturally taking place in all these aspects. Focusing on arts that allow creative expression gives one the opportunity to see pure self coming out to play. It gives opportunities for one to see, literally see, ego on paper. It allows a playful environment where one can take the serious face off and allow what is, to unravel as it should. A better way to analyze self. Plus, creative arts allowing the opportunity for expressing of ones self around the world will balance. I feel there is a need to be in touch with self and the feminine/masculine. In time, we will heal; in healing we experience growth and change that is reflective in Self, our community and in the world.  

Heal thy Self; Heal the World.
I Am Divine, My World is Divine.

These are some questions my friend Emma asked me for a reflective writing project she is doing in one of her classes at Evergreen State College. I wasn't sure how to answer them, and at first I felt like I wasn't answering them well enough, or with enough detail; but when I read them over and over again, it really showed me something about myself. I am my best mirror. 'How do I express my Self? Is it healing? How?' These questions kept popping into my head.

 

I realized how important writing is to my process of unraveling and understanding my conscious and subconscious Mind. 

 

 Try answering some of these questions for yourself, and see what your words show you(:

 

(((Thank you Emma!)))
                                                                           FEEL FREE
                                              & Allow me to suggest some Citta Flow for your ears.
                                                             https://soundcloud.com/citta-flow

Awh

The first day of spring.

Dance (IN) to Reality

That is exactly what we were doing this Saturday at Dream Dance, hosted by Om Culture every third Saturday of the month. A wide circular room with hard wood floors, each rectangular panel different from the next, and high ceilings still showing their bare bones invites all to circle under streams of white fabric pouring out from the center. Here is where Opening Ceremony begins. A meditation, setting the intention of the night; creating a bubble of love, and knowing. Singing bowls vibrating in tones of the Masculine and the Feminine. Heaven. From group meditation we are led in group yoga. The theme was self love and acceptance. Aloha. It was just what I needed.
People begin to trickle in from the door behind me framed with white curtains. We form circles out from the center. Nina, One who facilitates Dream Dance, sits on her knees in the center. She is acknowledging every one in the room; every one. She invites us to do the same. Smiling, and taking deep breaths, she speaks; introducing what it is we are creating together. As she lifts the clear crackle glass bowl holding a candle to her heart, she invites us to breathe and tone with one another. This candle represents our light as a collective whole, and the magic in that light. We meditate. My consciousness in that moment, is the flame, and around it.
The music begins and the circles begin to disperse. The dancing, being, socializing has begun. The lay out looks like this. To one side, stairs leading to Evergreen College students serving tea to guests sitting on tasseled pillows of all colors. Next to them, the visual director throwing scenes of blue water waves reflecting one another as they crash on to each others shore. Next to them in a clockwise flow is the musical artists, spreading their love through tones and vibrations. A man further right painting from the heart. A two faced being, moving in the spectrum of blue, red, and green light. And to the right of that, the Alter. You do as you wish here. There is paper to write your dreams on, your aspirations, your wishes. You attach the circular paper you just wrote on, with it's curved wire hook, in the webbed dream catcher.. allow the Universe to take care of the rest. Dreams do come true. Oh! And the Squish Lounge, a plethora of pillows brought and placed in clusters of size and purpose by the members of Mercury's Outpost. Chocolates top off the circle, 2 for $3 special. And special they were. A variety of flavors. I tried the orange one.
And in the center, ones dance. They sing, and crawl around as animals on the floor; we stretch and fly in the air with the support of our own. Acroyoga all around, I hear it's the best stretch. People sprawled on the pillows and bean bags enjoying the sight of people enjoying themselves. Here, ones are to be free. Express Self in any form. Own your Self!

If you would like to dance your dreams into reality with us, please! You are invited!

https://www.facebook.com/TheDreamDance

Earlier that day Danielle, Tesla, Steven, Abby my dog and I drove an hour or so North to Bellingham, Washington. We were meeting Louisa to pick the yurt and platform for The Sonosphere; her father and her designed and built it together, I understand why she wanted us to see how to properly assemble and disassemble each piece.

 It was pouring rain this time. We drove up a muddy road to a cabin in the rainforest. A black school bus is to my right stashed away in the leaves of the trees. Pulling up a few more feet we reach the cabin, 'it's always a beautiful day in the rainforest,' remarked Andrew, Louisa's friend, as we got out of Danielle's car and headed step by step to the wooden abode. The porch is decked with multicolored LED lights and wind chimes, each making a different song in a different tone. Inside, through the turquoise door, the room filled my being in celestial fullness, engulfing. Trinkets, holding divine resonant magic, line the walls on ledges made of wood; needles and thread and all the fabric you could imagine, in all the colors of this multifaceted reality we play and dream in, are scattered among the tables. Colored pencils and paper mark a moment for all to see. Colors and concepts coming to life in her design. Truly a creative space.

Louisa, is a wizard, a master of her art. Imaginative and playful, sees the world in the most spectacular way. The colors and the lines, the stitches and the textures; they fit so beautifully together; perfectly, would be a adjective. I find it so clever, the world she is creating, the visions coming to life with the willingness of others to bring this imagination to fruition; models, mannequins dressed up in this play.

She is the conductor of LUN Clothing. Interstellar faeries, multidimensional elves and conscious earth inhabited beings inspired the imagination to run with them, even fly with them. She indulges in custom coat, headdress, and wedding designs that are out of this world.

Check out some of her stuff! As soon as I saw one in person,  I decided it's something worth saving up for.

http://www.lunclothing.com/

https://www.facebook.com/Lun.Clothing

The Feeling Is Mutual

EAST

I call the Eastern powers of air,

You whose breath of life we share,

Bring understanding, kindness, care,

And loving words, both clear and fair,

Come bless this day our rite of love,

As above then so below.

Another beautiful day; a little overcast. The sky a giant grey cloud; it still makes you squint when you look up at it. Mary, one of my roommates at Our Sacred Acres, gracefully wisps her way into the room and puts a video on the screen. A glowing sun sign pulses from the center, shapes strategically placed in sequences allowing real time beats and waves to manifest in thin air. The Reactable; is what it is called. What an interesting new way to experience electronic music.

 This actually brought the Sonosphere to mind, a kinetic sound & light chamber designed for one to go deep into trance, meditation; a tool to explore ones' consciousness.

I have yet to experience this meditation style. I'm so excited for it to be at OSA later this year. Flying high and dreaming, now, we ground.
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 Skipley Farm is in need of some major TLC. Gil has owned this property for 6 years, and is out there playing in the dirt every day. He feels most at home on the farm; I believe he would actually rather swirl palms in the dirt and tend to the land than go out of town on "vacation". The plants need selfless compassionate care to grow big and strong, all ego's aside; and that's what Gil and his Walkto crew do, but they need more hands on deck! 7 acres is a lot of labor for 5 gentlemen.

Some ideas started buzzing. The Walkto Crew contacted Crop Mob expressing how much they would appreciate their enthusiastic presence at the farm. And lucky us, they decided the feeling was mutual!

 The Official Crop Mobbers are a group of like minded farmers and gardeners getting together with the same intent and interest to work side by side on small farms and gardens and empower communities across America.

Click the link below and find Crop Mobbers in your city!

http://cropmob.org/

& Until they make their way to the farm, the Crew will continue their projects.

Today & Tomorrow our own Crop Mob featuring the Walkto Crew is at Walkto Farm!!! If any one wants to join in, you're always invited. & by the way, a moat is being built. Yes, a moat. (Pictures soon)

Thanks to the amazing ones stewarding the land at Walkto, and all around the world, we are given the opportunity to truly eat what our body needs. Real food. Real love.
We need to support them by lending a hand or tool to keep this lifestyle alive and prosperous.
No farms, no food.

And on that note, I've been experimenting;
Avocado, it ceases to amaze me with all it's magical ways of being.
Stretching and eating live food. Awe, The good life.

~ Cacao, Banana, Avocado Smoothie ~

1 Banana

1 Pear

1 Avocado

1/3 cup of Blueberries

1 1/2 teaspoons of Cacao

1/3 cup of Ice Water

Raw honey to taste

*I have also been putting bee pollen in my smoothies.

It goes great with the avocado!*

Much love to you!!
Enjoy your days <3

Spring Cleaning

Mercury's Outpost is lookin' good. The rain fell graciously the day we finished gathering things & stuff from outside. Spring cleaning is here; Energetically and Matter-ly...if that makes any sense. People coming in and out of our lives like the cyclical opportunities of a gear. Tangible items that were once the spotlight of a moment, being carried into a new home, a fresh place, to be steward by One in need of an external hard drive (to remind them of where they once where). Space being transformed, from a box with potential to a creative arena to nestle, stretch, and learn.

Mercury's Outpost is the trading post at Our Sacred Acres. It's basically a place where one will bring their energy as a skill or item and assign a value to it. When brought through the outpost your energy will be distributed in the form of a workshop, an item exchange, or a job! Yeah, pretty simple. As life is and shall always be.

All the guys from the farm came over; Sam, Tesla, Absalom, and Steven. Marcia came too. She's a gorgeous foreign chick from all over. She speaks German, Spanish, and English..eh-hem, any way..if you want to check out some of her mixes click (( here )). And again, I look at the clock, 2:22. It's definitely a reassuring occurrence.

So, the day goes like this. We were moving, shifting, tossing, and placing things all day, and all night. Danielle's cousin, Lokilani, is moving here in a couple of weeks; she makes a mean enchilada. All of her furniture was moved from her place in Seattle to Snohomish and planed on making it's way upstairs in Outpost. We quickly learned some sifting had to be done. Danielle has had guests stay at OSA often, as long time friends needing a place to stay while they ground themselves like the trees they are surrounded by, or as new ones traveling through needing a couch to surf on, she has always opened her home to such folks...And in the process, things get left behind. As a group, we went through everything, and cleared the space letting some items go for new ones to come in and take their place.With the six of us, we could only go so far. The process took about 13 hours. When Danielle (I have been calling her Wonder Woman lately) got home from work, the organizing started to take shape. It looks awesome. Nicely done team, nicely done. Now let's use it!
Bring your books! Bring your Skills! Bring anything you believe will add to the vibe we're creating. It's a group effort. I think the space is going to be used as a kitchen, reading room and lounge. It's all comin' together, as we say.

Aside from the clearing of space with sage and arranged belongings, I talked to Kelly and we will be attending Shambala Farm & Nursary, April 7, 2013 for a Herb Spiral Design Class. Oh, the art of healing with herbs, how humble I am knowing there's assistance in healing. If you would like to learn more, please check them out!

www.ShambalaFarm.com

I'm actually really excited for this workshop. A passion of mine currently, is learning, soaking it all up like a sponge; learning the basics I will need to keep myself and the Planet happy. Something of the sort includes herbalism and wild crafting. I want to take care of myself to the best of my ability,  practicing natruopathic ways through a healthy diet, exercise, being out doors and breathing to keep me blissful and vibrant (Hmm..Breatharians, it has me thinking. This will have to wait for now).

And The Art And Science of Mycorenewal! This is another opportunity I want to save up for.  It's 10 days of being immersed in the beautiful world of Mycorenewal. This is a place I am able to learn the skills, knowledge, and gain resources to implement a mycorenewal project in my community.

www.theartofmycorenewal.wordpress.com

There is so much to learn, and there is so many ways to do it. I am finding that with all the reading I have been doing, I must practice, and really experience what it is I am so intrigued by. It will all come in time.

Thank you so much for reading. 

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Loving you ALL.

Ps. Excuse this post. As you can see the spring cleaning made me slightly scatter brained in that moment. It just goes to show, clear space, clear mind!