Wide Open Spaces

In my head everyday the songs play out as if my life is not just a movie but a musical. If you only  knew... 

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I wish I could telepathically communicate with you right now instead of communicating with these somewhat cumbersome (and at times confusing) words tapped out with my fingertips. I have a lot going on. What time is it? It's time to take action. Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care? I care and to every thing turn, turn, turn there is season... and a time to every purpose under heaven. See I told you and not only that I need wide open spaces like the scene above to clear my head. 

Hiking up the towering hunk of granite yesterday, called by "The Chief" by the locals, I was awestruck by the sheer awesomeness of the views. As we climbed from 1st Peak to 2nd Peak to 3rd we just kept getting higher and higher. Only issue was, as they say, what goes up must come down. That trail is uber magical and insanely steep, let me tell you it was most definitely the longest 6-mile round-trip hike I have ever done and worth every sweaty step. It's almost time for me to take off for line-dance class at the grange but before I go and check another item off my crazy long task list I want to tell you about my newest venture.

I was at the beach the other day with my hoops, of course and I met a guy named Joshua who just so happened to be a hooper who is super cool too! He bought a beautiful newly made hoop from me and told me about a space where I could possibly hold hoop classes for the masses. (Okay, maybe not the masses but it's a good-sized space.) I've been wanting to share my love of spinning these circles around and one thing keeps leading to another. I can only take it as a sign that I'm headed in the right direction. Who doesn't need more fun and joyfulness in their lives? I hope you all realize that I'm just a down-to earth free-spirited girl who is doing my best to do what I love while encouraging you all to do the same. I want whats best for everyone and I want to share all the love I have with you. Hooping just seems to be one way to do this. 

So in order to put my best foot forward I also signed up with Deanne Love for her online Hoop Love Coach training program this morning. Actually, I was sorta getting cold feet over the whole thing. When I went to her website after getting another reminder email about the June session, I thought, hmmm.... so I clicked a button to find out the total cost thinking it would give me another chance to opt out but low and behold it said "Payment Complete" those three other steps I was expecting didn't happen and I was signed up before I could back out. Not only is it meant to be (apparently), it's an investment I'm willing to make in order to share the best of the best with all of you while supporting her mission too. I've also been told sometimes the best way to learn something is to teach it, (that's never been easy for me) so here I go. Learning and teaching simultaneously, since as you may have already gathered by looking at my site... I love to do it all and all at once.

I gotta run but Thank you for existing in my world and sharing this lifetime with me.

Back in my own person mash-up musical... I got a feeling.... because I'm happy... and I got that sunshine in my pocket... woo hoo! Music makes me wanna move cuz baby I'm worth it.

What's Up?

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"...I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed, just to get it all out what's in my head and I'm feeling a little peculiar... and so I wake in the morning and I step outside and I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream at the top of my lungs, What's going on?" These lyrics from a 4 Non Blondes song keep rolling through my head. In fact, I even attempted to learn how to play it on the guitar and recorded my somewhat sad attempt on video. What is going on with me? I haven't written any blog posts here for awhile so I figured it was due time. As soon as I finish this post I am going to work some more on my book about sailing across the Atlantic as a way to escape my current emotional state.

As the full brunt of the Moon is waxing into a gibbous state I sense the pressure easing a bit in my skull. The water that makes up most of this body sure has had a lot of pull over my internal state of affairs as of recently. As you can possibly tell by my most recent watercolor painting (which I like best after being modified with the #prisma app). The way I was feeling came out through the brush in a mix of colorful streaks. Feeling the weight of the concrete jungle world entangled with the subtle energies of the earth with all it's inhabitants twisted with my perception in time. What is this feeling I'm lacking the talent to shake? Obscured by the clouds of my own insecurity the walls of doubt are inviting me in. What's going on?

It's springtime and the sun has been shining, except for today, today it rained, it rained so hard I thought the sky was falling. It doesn't rain that hard that often here in the northwest, usually it rains a lot but oh so gently for a long period of time. Today it just dumped down all at once. The raging rivers in the gutters created forceful waterfalls shooting out the spouts as I watched out the window during the thick of it. Thankful at the time to be indoors in a safe, warm house, able to watch the torrent from up high. I stayed in bed for a long time today and if it weren't for a call asking for a ride home from school I may not have even left the house at all.

I have so much going on inside this amazing house where I get to live. I spent most of the morning making videos to upload to my newly approved for monetization youtube channel. Finally maybe I can bring some income in from my creative love of being a shutterbug constantly capturing life in action around me. I have so many ideas and I have the time to implement them too. I'm taking steps, some small some big, some may not get me anywhere but I'm full of hope for potentials. Yet there's something nagging at me. Something beneath the surface that I can't quite put my finger on. This life, these dreams I have while I'm awake and the dreams I have at night, the vivid pictures spinning around, the shots of Deja vu that sting me with wonderment of the meaning of it all. It's got to give, this life I live, I need a reason for all this energy, for all these ideas, for all the love I feel that I want to share but feel is already misunderstood. The urge for the collective of humanity to wake up and smell the freedom right inside our own noses. 

It stinks, I know, I smell it too and I just know there must be something I can do. But what?