5.4.24

It’s a Saturday and I really don’t have anything I NEED to do. I have a few projects I want to get done, but there is no rush. Projects like removing my toilet – that is something I just don’t want to find out – if my black tank is leaking. Like nope, so let’s just go ahead and adjust to getting a cassette toilet or just a good old bucket system. But like my other toilet won’t be in until tomorrow, so why rush?

Or how I want to put a good oil treatment on the oak in my girl. I want to freshen up the cabins and just truly love on her. It will be a good bonding experience between her and I.

Instead, I am choosing how to be just in the moment and do what I want to do and follow my body’s commands and deepest desires.

So I smoked some weed to help bring my nervous system down, so I could listen. I’m still struggling with some anxiety and I’m for ever grateful for this wonderful plant medicine to help me do this work.

I forgot how grateful I was that I have an office space that is MINE. So I have allowed it to be a space to continue to slowly step down into this nomadic lifestyle. This space has allowed me to gradually get in rather than forcing myself to jump in. I am normally a person that jumps first and then ask questions later. So this experience of going in slowly has been so different for me, but so rewarding and beautiful.

I’m in my office and I asked myself, “What does my body need?” and my beautiful body replied “Can we get some sort of a bath or wipe down in pits, face and arms?” and I said, yes yes of course.

So I went to the breakroom in my office and I got the water set with my face wash. I agreed just to use the paper towels to wipe off – no sense in going to get my towel, these would do just fine.

I started to wash all of the negativity I had carried earlier in the week, we scrubbed it out and kept coming back to our purpose, our adventure, our journey of self-discovery.

I washed my self in gratitude to the soap, to the water, to this experience I was having of humility. Being that humble person I once was when I was younger. And as I splashed my face with clean, warm, running water, I had an image. An image of me laying in the creek and bathing straight in Pachamama with her love, her grace and pure beauty.

For me, that is what I think about when I think about living. Embracing each day with joy, excitement and beauty. Being able to lay in nature, as your true authentic self. In which Pachamama just wraps her arms around you. And nothing in that moment matters – because that is true unconditional love.

I’ll let you know when I get there. I hope you find that same peace and love as well, my friends. If you have, please share your experience with me. What was/is your greatest high?

I love you.