On the open road …

It’s dark, but above me I can hear the pitter patter of little feet on the floor. Little voices delighting in the morning. I roll over. It’s too early. I’m too tired. But, I’m awake. Awake. In Denver. Starting Day Four of my Life After Las Vegas. Laying in bed at my aunt and uncle’sContinue reading “On the open road …”

Exploring America

So, what does one do after making the decision to leave America and become an expat? Plan an epic, massive, awesome road trip. That’s right. My time as a Las Vegan is coming to a bittersweet end in a mere few days (the movers come Monday, June 11). Then, I’m off on a cross-country roadContinue reading “Exploring America”

The price of becoming an expat

  Curled up in my lap, light blue eyes heavy with sleep, Jagger barely whispers to me, “will you bring my back a coconut to drink from?” I fight tears as I twirl his blonde shaggy hair between two of my fingers. “Absolutely,” I promise, even though I know there’s no way I am goingContinue reading “The price of becoming an expat”

The time I quit my job again

I have no intention of ¬†quitting my job so soon after returning from Red Mountain Resort. Except, the words from the shaman and my reiki practitioner echo in my ears: remove what it is from your life that is causing you the unhappiness. And, while I am no longer unhappy, I certainly do not enjoyContinue reading “The time I quit my job again”

The first sign

The blinking red of my Blackberry alerting me to a new e-mail catches my attention as I sit on my couch, only a few days after returning from Red Mountain Resort. I’m still happy. Still blissfully happy. I pull up the e-mail on my phone and scan it quickly. Holy. Shit. It’s from Elephant NatureContinue reading “The first sign”

Hello, universe

“Mom!!” I scream into my phone as I drive away from Red Mountain Resort under the sinking Utah sun. “Something has happened!” “Are you OK? What is it? Where are you?” Entirely breathless, I launch into the past two days at Red Mountain. The desperation. The reiki. The shamanic healing. “And now … something isContinue reading “Hello, universe”

Awake my soul: the story of shamanic healing

Self. Birth. Transformation. Relationships. Those four cards stare at me on the animal hide table in the little room of Betina Lindsey, the shaman at Red Mountain Resort. “Well, this fits,” she says. I close my eyes. I can only hope she’s right. Betina is my last resort. She is my little glimmer of hopeContinue reading “Awake my soul: the story of shamanic healing”

The (in)exchange of energies

Cynthia taps on my chest. Tap. Tap. Tap. I can feel those taps reverberate through my body. I can hear the sounds echo in my ears. Hollow. I feel hollow. “OK,” she says softly, powering up the massage table to a sitting position. “How stressed are you?” she asks, her gentle eyes full of concern.Continue reading “The (in)exchange of energies”

The career cross-road

When it came time for my one-year anniversary with my company this past winter, I went in, ready to ask for a raise and full-time status. Despite the fact that, only a few months earlier, when I was suffering from horrific jet lag, my bosses informed me I would no longer be able to takeContinue reading “The career cross-road”

Screw you, jet lag

It’s ¬†3:14 a.m. I’m wide awake. My heart is racing. My stomach is turning. I’ve been awake for an hour. Every time I close my eyes and try to sleep, my mind sets off on a wild tangent. It curses my body for not being able to fall asleep. It relives my time with theContinue reading “Screw you, jet lag”