Into the Forest

11/2/12-11/5/12

Just completely raw, exhausted and in disbelief I sunk into the passenger seat of the good old Toyota SUV. “I can’t believe I’m going to the hostel,” I kept repeating.  All previous signs pointed deceitfully to utter failure, yet northbound we were.  The drive was full of release from negativity and we focused our energies to cleaner energies. We realize all the emotional discharges are a result of the chaotic shifting into higher vibrational frequencies, making it easier to detach. We were down-right giddy to pass mile marker 11 and disappear into the Forest.

It was all worth it.  The same people who work shared during my first hostel visit were back in the forest covering for new staff, along with other positive thinking spiritual teachers and students that were new me.  An energy vortex, this place draws people who are seeking to open their minds, be around like minded individuals and be accepted for each unique quirk and gift.  As before, I made immediate spirit family connections I know will always be in my heart. We dance partied in the kitchen one night with Owl Feather (this girl does not call herself anything but the name she was born with, but I feel trite renaming her when Owl Feather suits her energy.) Veronika pounded on everything in the kitchen; mason jars, the hanging pots and pans, the spice rack, the floor, the counter, sink, my head.  I exclaimed “I need more cowbells!” upon hearing the instrument in a song, and OF ran to retrieve one! In this kitchen I can not stand still. I must dance while I cook, wash, eat, everything.  And its not just accepted but rejoiced in, drawn from.

Veronika ran her intuitive arts class that she offers in Hendersonville, NC at the Light Body Studio.  I have personally attended and assisted this class several times, but nothing could compare to the attendance in the new dome.  14 people lay on the floor, heads inward, and received quick creativity healings from us and then painted, as a group, the ping pong table cover.   Many minds opened in that dome, we were honored to facilitate! I taught a massage class one day, Reiki I the next and at the end received from my students and was grateful beyond words.  One morning, Veronika, Voice and I gave a group healing to Kristen, a hostel enthusiast who visits yearly for healing after having severe brain damage and relearning how to do just about everything.  Her attitude, humor and zest for life was further refreshing. 

Most of my free time I spent in the kitchen helping in any way I could be put to use, chores have a way of drawing you in like a deep meditation, a humble thanks given to the opportunity to be a part of something so love driven and larger than myself. And the food that is bore of it! Sesame basil dressing over organic arugula salad, jalapeno poppers,   GF corn bread, quinoa veggie smash, baked cinnamon apples, peanut honey dipping sauce, and every possible herbal tea you can imagine.  And by dinner, having worked a better part of the day, you submit to helpings #3 and 4.

The music of the pan drum is how I imagine the feeling of the hostel would sound.  The healing tones drifted through the woods all weekend by multiple musicians.

We stayed in Bamboo House, overlooking the labyrinth which takes on a mystical appearance at night in the glow of the moon, and an enchanted warmth while the sun rose outside our many, large windowed hut.

I experienced the Angel shower beside the honeymoon suite, knowing full well the residents of it, formal hostel kids Athena and Live Free, could see clearly into it.  I was introduced, also, to the co-op where all the art and jamming takes place.  I was even given a private showing of a solo drum set by Truth Seeker, who, might I add, is a soul mate.  He taught me the perfect metaphysical man does exist for me, TS comes pretty squeaky close.  With him, as with all residents, ideas spiral upward and intertwine with possible realities.  This is how I want to always speak!  There are still elements of the hostel I have not experienced, but I took full advantage of the new massage hut! Of course the glass house is the inspired spiritual Mecca of the property and it’s where I choose to hold my classes.

No matter where you go or how you hide, the things you avoid will present themselves to you forcing you to choose to heal, grow or resist.  It has been suggested to me on several occasions to “dumpster dive” on our journey but that is just not something I feel right about.  Not that its morally inept, but dirty, possibly dangerously so.   Honestly it just grosses me out.  So when Athena and Live Free showed up with a plethora of food from behind a local grocery store; I’m talking cases of perfectly good berries, yogurt, cheese, milk, orange juice, all still packaged and not even expired… I challenged myself.  They were, after all, in the kitchen and needing help.  I sidestepped by frying up gluten free pancakes for snacks while everyone else worked but could avoid it no longer and helped sort.  It wasn’t so bad, and I feel making that personal movement towards broadening horizons was healthy even if I’m not actually ready to take the dive myself.

11/4

“Are we going on this trip?” I asked Veronika, and the cards, while we were lying low in Bamboo.  We had been gushing over the absolute serenity we’d moved into during our stay and toyed with the idea of work trading for the month and ditching the tour all together.  Obviously, this trip is something we fought tooth and nail for, and so we settled to leave late afternoon on 11/5/12, bringing the bottled vibrations and support received along for the ride.