zipping through Texas and shifting dimensions
Oh, my. It's eclipse time again, and the changes are rumbly and cosmic indeed. This time, they align on the Leo-Aquarius axis, which activates my twelfth house, initiating inner, subconscious transformations and slowed down languid pacing.
The road trip with Drift was joyful and divinely timed. Speeding with Zippy on cruise control along open highway roads in the hot Texas summerheat, meandering along back streets of small towns with bingos and roadhouses, weaving meandering story lines and sharing playlists and spaces of silence. We circumambulated Enchanted Rock in the intermittent rain with a spot of clarity for meditation, creating an umbrella sanctuary, talking story of Las Vegas and New Orleans and what they mean to me, those two shadowy desert and swampland cities where Drift has lived before Austin and after upbringing in the Lake Texoma region.
Zippy's front right tire blew out, leaving us immobilized on a deserted road at dusk and Drift changed it right up while I observed and learned. We arrived at Jojo's in Austin for hugs and cuteness and a wink of sleep and cruised into Houston for tire shopping and playing with lights at Russian hooper Anna’s place, stretching and rhythmic gymnastics and visiting Taylor's tie dye hippie crash pad and synchronously meeting Rebecca, who missed the Mystery School workshop and came to the next teaching. After a bite of Yaya’s raw vegan lemon pecan pie at Taft Street, I stuffed my feet into fifteen pairs and found the perfect black cowboy boots at the Texas Junk Shop.
Sauntering along bridges over stretches of Louisiana greenery, arriving to meet Drift’s glowing friends Corey and Kristy and their angel baby Sage at their quaint suburban sanctuary in La Place. Daily life and astrology research and warm locals at the coffee shop, Jamaican incense in the French Quarter, connectivity to Tom Waits and distance Reiki booster at Molly's on the Market, blanketing the city with light and reaching a hand through time to calm assorted storms. Letting the heart sing out loud. Listening to driftsongs. Sitting in a tree. Ceremonial honoring and release for my friend, teacher and colleague Ann Chamberlain, who I recently learned has departed this earth plane for the luminous colors and indescribable light. Conscious, compassionate closure of the momentary marriage, and back on the road once again.
I received a full Psych-K session with Aimee, who found me and my teachings by eavesdropping on my mother at lunchtime, polishing up my core beliefs and channels of abundance, releasing, re-wiring, rewriting my subconscious assumptions. I offered her and five others a precious last minute Mystery School seminar. After streamlining and packing up my Texas possessions, which are now safely occupying half a closet in my sister's immaculate new house in Dallas, I have successfully uprooted myself materially and energetically from Houston for the first time since age one. The rest of my physical stuff consists of a box lingering in the San Francisco East Bay and two suitcases with me here and now ...
The destination is Italy.
I've arrived in Damanhur, Italia, ancora. Che bella! Straight from Torino Caselle aeroporto to the open air temple for Damanhur Jet ritual with fire, oracle and song. Joyful reunions and new amici, one a Dutch pilot and theatrical mime, and settling in my space in nucleo Cornucopia, my serene mountain home for the coming month until Damanhur New Year September 1. Perfect! Synchronic dreaming, awakening and hiking in the sacred woods beneath the summer sun rays and chestnut tree shade, discovering an enchanted clearing and remembering sacred dances, assisting in the kitchen slicing meloni, formaggio, insalata e pomodori. Feeding food scraps to the goat and the pigs with picolli picolli babies, spotted pink and black. Sorting heavy debris, jackhammering and digging into the mylonite. Afternoon napping. Novel writing. Melatonin levels re-calibrating, inner senses reawakening. Body in motion, eyes open, heart present. Ready for new activation.
The road trip with Drift was joyful and divinely timed. Speeding with Zippy on cruise control along open highway roads in the hot Texas summerheat, meandering along back streets of small towns with bingos and roadhouses, weaving meandering story lines and sharing playlists and spaces of silence. We circumambulated Enchanted Rock in the intermittent rain with a spot of clarity for meditation, creating an umbrella sanctuary, talking story of Las Vegas and New Orleans and what they mean to me, those two shadowy desert and swampland cities where Drift has lived before Austin and after upbringing in the Lake Texoma region.
Zippy's front right tire blew out, leaving us immobilized on a deserted road at dusk and Drift changed it right up while I observed and learned. We arrived at Jojo's in Austin for hugs and cuteness and a wink of sleep and cruised into Houston for tire shopping and playing with lights at Russian hooper Anna’s place, stretching and rhythmic gymnastics and visiting Taylor's tie dye hippie crash pad and synchronously meeting Rebecca, who missed the Mystery School workshop and came to the next teaching. After a bite of Yaya’s raw vegan lemon pecan pie at Taft Street, I stuffed my feet into fifteen pairs and found the perfect black cowboy boots at the Texas Junk Shop.
Sauntering along bridges over stretches of Louisiana greenery, arriving to meet Drift’s glowing friends Corey and Kristy and their angel baby Sage at their quaint suburban sanctuary in La Place. Daily life and astrology research and warm locals at the coffee shop, Jamaican incense in the French Quarter, connectivity to Tom Waits and distance Reiki booster at Molly's on the Market, blanketing the city with light and reaching a hand through time to calm assorted storms. Letting the heart sing out loud. Listening to driftsongs. Sitting in a tree. Ceremonial honoring and release for my friend, teacher and colleague Ann Chamberlain, who I recently learned has departed this earth plane for the luminous colors and indescribable light. Conscious, compassionate closure of the momentary marriage, and back on the road once again.
I received a full Psych-K session with Aimee, who found me and my teachings by eavesdropping on my mother at lunchtime, polishing up my core beliefs and channels of abundance, releasing, re-wiring, rewriting my subconscious assumptions. I offered her and five others a precious last minute Mystery School seminar. After streamlining and packing up my Texas possessions, which are now safely occupying half a closet in my sister's immaculate new house in Dallas, I have successfully uprooted myself materially and energetically from Houston for the first time since age one. The rest of my physical stuff consists of a box lingering in the San Francisco East Bay and two suitcases with me here and now ...
The destination is Italy.
I've arrived in Damanhur, Italia, ancora. Che bella! Straight from Torino Caselle aeroporto to the open air temple for Damanhur Jet ritual with fire, oracle and song. Joyful reunions and new amici, one a Dutch pilot and theatrical mime, and settling in my space in nucleo Cornucopia, my serene mountain home for the coming month until Damanhur New Year September 1. Perfect! Synchronic dreaming, awakening and hiking in the sacred woods beneath the summer sun rays and chestnut tree shade, discovering an enchanted clearing and remembering sacred dances, assisting in the kitchen slicing meloni, formaggio, insalata e pomodori. Feeding food scraps to the goat and the pigs with picolli picolli babies, spotted pink and black. Sorting heavy debris, jackhammering and digging into the mylonite. Afternoon napping. Novel writing. Melatonin levels re-calibrating, inner senses reawakening. Body in motion, eyes open, heart present. Ready for new activation.