Entering a new depth of being-
Flying with the wind
Flying up the mountain
My soul soaring
I’ll never forget this dream –
Trusting and flowing with life//
the most familiar: i’ve seen and been here before although this is new- we create meaning in our lives— the magical realms. the lucid dreams- knowing that all is exactly as it should be- trusting- a timeless space- a ceremony and ritual bound by love—
( we didn’t book a venue- we told our friends to pack some water – we didn’t hire a photographer- we thrifted our clothes- my sister got ordained and we gathered in ceremony and ritual- we grew our flowers-)
we created ceremony and ritual to honor our wild togetherness-
we did it our way, created our own meanings and magic– a journey up the mountain to honor her- to have her as our witness.
Carried by the wind herself-
I never knew life could be so magical
I cannot describe my joy-
This husband of mine-
Bringing me to wide sweeping vistas
Clearing my horizons
Deepening my being
I’ve always loved you, christopher-
As soon as I said yes to my wild heart there you were- and our life together, always waiting for us, unfolded perfectly.
the day i got married i lay in the bathtub, lights out, candle lit, drumming track on–and i journeyed to find my guardian spirit, a strong north american mammal–
when i arrived to the lower realm, i heard cheers-i entered a celebration-all of the spirits we’re celebrating with me and i knew everything was as it should be
( I remember a few summers back I had escaped the strain of my line cook job for a night to journey to my cousin who had traveled across the continent to share in a creative collaboration at the rebirth of a Mendocino commune— a place from my dreams—) I slept there, in a place built by my soul people: pioneers—— people who build and create what they wish existed, rather than participating in a system that is in conflict with their hearts—- these people were riding the expansive wave of the psychedelic opening of the 60’s: returning to the land and rejecting capitalism, environmental destruction, the patriarchy- while I slept I dreamed: I dreamed I was walking though the most magical ancient city- a marketplace – new smells and bright colors and the excitement of a living place- I was walking with a new lover – a jovial dark haired man acted as my guide who held my hand as we explored- placing exotic fruits and delicacies in my mouth- I felt so loved and wanted- Like taking a magic carpet ride. I woke up shook. (that adventure captured here)
Here he is—- I can simply say that my dreams brought me to this magical realm.
Chris- I’ve followed you through over and through meadows and up mountains and through valleys- and always it feels like a waking dream- how is it that you love me? How is it that we experience the miraculous? Your love has healed me.
The mushroom brought me here.