Bear Crossing, A Cosmic tattle-tale revisted and No more biting

I almost shat my pants today! I went for a walk a bit later then I usually do, it was about sunset. I usually stick to the paths around our 'neighbourhood' which is really just the rocky mountains with a few speratic log cabin homes which are mostly sitting empty this time of year. Im walking down this dirt path with a wooded area on either side when i pass a house with a 'bear crossing' sign in the front yard. As Im wondering why anyone would put that in their front yard I look down and see three huge bear prints in the dirt leading off int the woods... oh shit, their not kidding. So of course Im wishing I would've went on this walk alittle earlier when the light wasnt fading and making everything shadowy. I turn my ipod off to stay more alert. Still determined to enjoy my walk i keep going up the path. a little while later out of the corner of my eye I see a big dark figure in the trees being perfectly still, my heart imdiediatly jumps to my throat and I feel a rush of nervous adrenaline. "oh shit, oh shit" im saying in my head, all I can do is stare. its not moving, so I sqwint my eyes and begin to make out a few bolts and what looks to be wood... yes it was one of those giant wire spools just sitting in the trees, not a bear. "Whew!" that was fuckin scary. I speed walked the rest of the way home looking around and thinking about what exactly to do if i do see a bear. I cant wait to walk around Eugene where bears arent randomly wandering around.. hopefully.

In other news,

I have aquired a very differse group of freinds and aquiantences over the years, which im grateful for. Because of the fact that Ive lived in alot of different places and traveled around quite a bit, I've gotten to know and expiernce and even at times debate alot of different view points and beliefs, which I feel is important in becoming a more well rounded individual and discovering what your own true beliefs are while respecting those of others. Like alot of people, I was brought up in a small midwest town and spent alot of time going to church with my family. Thinking back on it, in alot of ways Im grateful for the environment of a well meaning christian community but have since moved away from much of the religious aspects of it. I remember being handed a stack of 'Tracks' to hand out at halloween with the candy, 'Tracks' are small little animated booklets with scriptures in them, they were aimed at prostalitizing non christians in hopes of converting them to christianity. Most of them were manufactured by on over-zealous, spiritually manipulative religous organization that liked to use scare-tactics and perpetuate the threat of 'hell' one in particular I remember reading was about your average 'non-christian' man who suddenly dies in a car crash and floats up to heaven to 'stand before God in judgement' It depicted him standing infront of a huge movie screen with all the people he ever knew in life looking on as every bad or decietful thing he ever did in life appeared on the screen to be judged by this booming voice above.... wow, that sucks. Whenever I think of memories like this now, I like to revist them in a more postive and corrective light. While that might be somewhat of an incentive to limit the amount of shady things you do in life, rather then painting God as a sort of cosmic tattle-tale I like to think of him as a human advocate and our own personal admirer. Im not certain what exactly the after life will look like, but wouldn't it be cool If we floated up to heaven and stood with everyone we knew in life while the big giant screen showed a divinely highlighted version of our life, a sort of intense sensory inventory of our proudest moments, our happiest moments, everything beautiful we've every seen or felt or heard, our pain and laughter, our trials and victories. Our Love. It would be like the most Epic movie ever made. And like a proud Father God would smile at our efforts and our spirit. That would inspire me to make the most of this beautiful gift of life and dive into its waters and soak it up. To make the most of my time here, banish fear and do my best to encourage and help others to do the same. Yeah, I like that
version ALOT better.

One more little thing I wanted to share is a herbal recipe for reppelling spiders and other insects that might be trying to invade your room at night. after waking up with a couple little bites on my cheeks I researched this because I didnt want to use any harsh chemicals around my beding. After washing all your bedding spray this around the diameter of room, bedframe and mattress. it seems to be working quite well :)

mix these ingrediants in a spray bottle
citronella oil
Lavender oil
cinnamin oil
peppermint oil
citrus oil
coconut oil
tea tree oil
a dash of white vinager
water

Wah.

I saw this movie in the theater when it came out almost ten years ago. I was teased by my friends for crying at this part. I saw it on t.v. again last night and it still made me ball my eyes out... I mean like seriously, it touches me on deep levels.


This part.

Magic in the Mountains

its almost 6 pm and Ive just returned from taking my CPR class and picking up ingredients to make banana bread for the boys. I realize i am flush with energy and Skeeter looks out the window longingly. So Iopen the door to go for a hike with my doggie. The sky is dark and ominous and the wind is picking up.. what the hell I'll just make it a brisk hike around the loop I can make it. I live on a Hill over looking pretty much all of Breckenridge and the mountain so the view is amazing. The Sky was brilliant hues of purple and violet and the mountain with still a wee bit of snow on the peaks seemed to be alive. The wind whipped my hair around violently and Thunder roared and rolled around above me as rain started to sprinkle down. My heart raced as I was only half way home and I thought for sure Is was going to start pouring, but then I realized I loved it. I loved the danger the excitment,what if it rains.. well then I'll get wet. everything around me seemed magical, the colors, the smells. Skeeter charged forward pulling the leesh, he was probably scared of the thunder but I like to think he was bravely taking the lead haha. we made it home nearly dry and the clouds seem to be clearing. perfect timing.

Gypsy Wind

I am currently sitting at the front desk of Simply Massage in Breckenridge looking out the window. There is a small market place set up in Main street station boasting booths with mainly novelty gift and clothing items facing a few rows of chairs in front of a tiny stage where an older hippie woman is tuning a guitar. The clouds are rolling in and the wind is picking up, this should be fairly entertaining.
It's Father's Day. Oh how I miss my sweet Dad... When I think about my life these last few years without him I am aware just how much. I picture him cheering me on and telling me he is proud of me, but what I wouldn't give to hear his voice again...

I have just returned from a mini west coast adventure in which I drove out to Chico, California and spent some time with my friend Mikey who has kind enough to let me crash at his place for a week, and an interesting week it was too. I meet up with some extended family I hadnt seen since I was a little girl. The weather was simply gorgeous! I dearly miss those warm nights, Breck is NOT warm at night, and good company. I continued on to Eugene, Oregon for the last two days of my trip which is only about 5 hours north of Chico. I wanted to go see all my friends there, I lived there for nearly five years, but I knew I wouldnt be able to so I spent a Day at the coast with my Juliana hiking the dunes with our sandboards and finding some fun lines.
I set out on the trip knowing that I needed to make a change. As much as I love Snowboarding and living in the mountains, after my second season here, my second long-ass bitterly cold winter here, I realized it not the bet fit for me and the long term goals I have, its like living in a rich persons playground, unless you make a shit ton of money its nearly impossile to have a quality permanent residence, Im getting to the point now where I want grown up things i.e. my own practice, a house and some stability, Im begining to feel like a grown up trying to survive in Never Never Land.It's been an adventure, I dont regret my decision to move to Breck and there are definetly aspects of living here I will miss but on the trip back here from Oregon I realized I miss it, I miss the Ocean and the climate, qwerky little Eugene and how it smells of Lavender. All the lovely people I know there so, Im going back. Going back is a new adventure in itself for me, I have never gone back to someplace, I have always gone someplace new so the fact that I have a desire to return tells me that it is a good fit and Im anxious to return and start my life there. I will be getting a place to live with my dear friend Juliana at some point this Summer
Now I am just trying to get all my ducks in a row, I will need to take a practical exam to obtain my Oregon Massage Licence so I am studying for that and trying not to get overwhelmed by all the hassels of moving, but everything will work out I am confident.

The sun has decided to make an appearence and this little blue grass trio outside of the studio has attracted a modest crowd. Life is sweet.

Bonjour BlogSpot!

I already have a myspace and facebook account yet I feel the need to create yet another space dedicatied exclusively to me... I cant decide if Im a cyper whore or if I just really really like to stay connected, Im going with the latter. I have felt the need to blog about all the things going on in my life and current events and just randoms that I ponder and I might be more apt to do so in a more grown up blog spot such as this so here I am! There is alot brewing in my world and I will soon return to chronicle.

yes, Nibby is my nickname in case you didnt know :)