Sometimes we need to raise the flag to say to the world, “Yes, Hello! I’m alive. Fret not.”
Waves of inspiration and flustration (flustered+frustration) wash past me… and I keep bobbing along. Sometimes choking from a splash, but mostly enjoying the ebb & flow.
I had a birthday (sort of). I tried a psych-K brain balancing thing and liked it. I received a plane ticket to Paris for September 21st. I went to Crater Lake. For five minutes. I went to Mount Shasta and had a bizarre encounter with a possibly fake monk on top of the mountain where there were apples and green cake and strange copper wands and seaweed. I went on a mind-bending and spirit-stretching journey in a mini-van and lived to tell the tale (later). I bought crystals. I ate chips and aspirin. I stood in a sacred stream and on rocks where there were multiple signs telling me not to (but I am sacred myself, so what’s the problem?). My sister got a dog. I got a pedicure for the first damn time in my life (yes, it’s true, I’m a DIY nails kind of girl). I bought new mascara.
Yes, these are riveting tales that I’m sure you’re itching to hear the full details on. Anywho, just waiving the white fair weather flag for y’all . . . . . . (did you know there was such a thing?)
Some photo evidence that I am indeed alive…
Above: Not my Paris plane ticket. This is a pretend plane ticket I made for a work project. We have to fake these things now that everything is paperless!
Above: My visit to Crater Lake in Oregon, USA. The volcano blew and eventually couldn’t hold up it’s own weight and the cone collapsed on itself, leaving a big hole that filled with rain water and snow melt, now a lake.
Above: The view while sitting on a big rock in the alpine meadows on Mount Shasta, California. Sun setting, moon rising. Glorious. And nippy.
Above: My newly acquired apophyllite crystals (four mesmerizing wee pyramids) in the alpine meadows of Mount Shasta, California. Magical? Yes.
Flag image via FineArtAmerica Sami Sarkis; all others original © Glamorous Monk
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