It was a profound gathering, a collective. The music was healing and while I knew that the path ahead of me was for my steps alone, those nights under skies of diamonds, filled with the lulling jams of space, were illuminating, transcendent and gave me a sense of belonging. He led me to a community that was bigger than the day to day, to a place where the music was magic and feeling it connected me to a universal source where I could see glimpses of the self I was on a quest for.Ī Grateful Dead show held a space for feeling, open-heartedness, flow, and freedom. I wanted to understand what and who I was, and he exposed me to experiences that would shape the course of that education.
Random (because I didn’t know to call that spiritual in the 90’s,) laid back and Californian. There I gravitated towards those that saw beauty clearly. The rhythms of the Universe called me to Vanderbilt. It was filled with magical signs that only I could interpret.īut home was a place that moved slowly, and I sought somewhere that was a little bit quicker. Everything I found there seemed to have meaning. Between the dawn and when she called me in at night, I marveled at the terrain. When I wasn’t baking, I was in nature, picking up stones and rocks as I went.
It allowed me to show gratitude to others and was the language I used when I was too shy to use words to reveal my heart. Even at an early age, food was an expression of my love. It is filled with the cakes I’ve baked for her in my Easy Bake Oven. "In my mind’s eye my Mama is calling me to her bedroom in Indiana.
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