“Why are you going to Omaha?” Nearly every person who I told about my road trip asked in the days leading up to the cross-country adventure. It’s an easy answer, really: two of my closest friends who know me very well told me to go. That’s it. There was no research. There was no hemmingContinue reading “Omaha: somewhere (awesome) in Middle America”
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There’s more to Nebraska than flat roads
“Oh my god,” I moan, pounding my head against the steering wheel as Erica and I drive east towards Nebraska from Denver. “It’s flat … forever!” I look towards the horizon and see nothing but straight road, surrounded by flat farmland as we progress away from the Rockies and towards America’s Bread Basket. “This isContinue reading “There’s more to Nebraska than flat roads”
Rocky Mountains, sigh
Editor’s Note: This post is a part of the #winosontheroad series. Over Yonderlust and d travels ’round are road tripping and exploring America through June 27. Be sure to check out all of the posts of life on the open road. The rustic smell of the wooden stairs hits me as soon as we walk in to Pine Ridge Condos in Breckenridge,Continue reading “Rocky Mountains, sigh”
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 …”
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”
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