JANUARY 19TH 2015
This morning I woke up excited to take my Driver's Ed permit test --- only to find out that it was Martin Luther King Jr.'s Birthday. I got really aggravated and frustrated. After having time to think about how I reacted I realized how entitled and rushed I felt, needing to step back a minute and slow down; to be grateful about opportunities and advancements in life. Every birth of every moment is precious. Happy Birthday Martin Luther.
I am grateful for my quaint moments of reflection & gratitude. Opening myself to receiving on all levels has been interesting. I am seeing where I have resistance to things I don't have control over, and waiting to see how I can learn and better handle myself and my triggers. I hope I can get to the point of reflecting in the moment, instead of waiting to look BACK on things I would have done differently. I'll look for my roots, and nourish those that I want to thrive with and release that which is in favor of judgement and negative comparisons.
~~~Be fertile with your words, actions and outcomes~~~
After arriving home again from the DMV with a rather jostled temper, I began to pack the car, preparing for the departure to Ashland Oregon. My family and I stopped at a little health food store on the way up and got some delicious lunch. With our lunch uneaten, we drove to the Shasta Spring, filled up a water jug for the week, and had a picnic in the sun. The air was crisp and and cold. I love the cold here. Every breath I take is a cleanse. The shasta water was so cold and fresh.
Collin, one man who works at the super shop (the Bright Earth Foods Warehouse in Ashland), said the water that emerges from the spring takes 50 years to bring itself down the mountain and filter through the rocks and sand to be brought up renewed, bringing itself to the surface of the earth once again. Our first night in Ashland we went to the Dragon Tea House, and Collin poured pu'erh tea for my family and I. Ruby my mom and I scaled each and every tea pot on the shelf, sensing which one spoke to us and attracted us to it's shape and size. The conversations that were shared amongst Collin, my family and I were refreshing and inspiring. I was in great need of a collaboration of words that could feed and sustain itself bringing smiles to it's sources. I'm looking forward to seeing the workers at the Bright Earth Foods shop again. It's been a few years since I last saw them. Being in new places brings new things for me; new smiles and creations. Ashland is such a sweet, small, funky, creative place to be. I am happy to see what this next week will bring!
~~~Be fertile with your words, actions and outcomes~~~
After arriving home again from the DMV with a rather jostled temper, I began to pack the car, preparing for the departure to Ashland Oregon. My family and I stopped at a little health food store on the way up and got some delicious lunch. With our lunch uneaten, we drove to the Shasta Spring, filled up a water jug for the week, and had a picnic in the sun. The air was crisp and and cold. I love the cold here. Every breath I take is a cleanse. The shasta water was so cold and fresh.
Collin, one man who works at the super shop (the Bright Earth Foods Warehouse in Ashland), said the water that emerges from the spring takes 50 years to bring itself down the mountain and filter through the rocks and sand to be brought up renewed, bringing itself to the surface of the earth once again. Our first night in Ashland we went to the Dragon Tea House, and Collin poured pu'erh tea for my family and I. Ruby my mom and I scaled each and every tea pot on the shelf, sensing which one spoke to us and attracted us to it's shape and size. The conversations that were shared amongst Collin, my family and I were refreshing and inspiring. I was in great need of a collaboration of words that could feed and sustain itself bringing smiles to it's sources. I'm looking forward to seeing the workers at the Bright Earth Foods shop again. It's been a few years since I last saw them. Being in new places brings new things for me; new smiles and creations. Ashland is such a sweet, small, funky, creative place to be. I am happy to see what this next week will bring!
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