Wow… Crazy times my friends.. Went to a festival up in Napa Valley, and I rode all sorts of waves.

Day I

First time in a mosh pit, Boom, Frick Yeah!. Felt so connected to my roots when listening, dancing, and moshing at Flogging Molly. I’m Irish more than anything, but I’m also: English, Scottish, German, and Norwegian. So I don’t really identify with a culture or historic land. BUT after being at my first Irish concert; moshing around and hearing that unique Irish sound I got goose bumps all over. Strange feeling that I couldn’t put in words, but just the knowing that there was something there, like in my bones. Excited to when I travel out to Ireland 🙂

Day II

Rode a fine…. Repeated old patterns, got sloppy, and let my emotions get to me. When surrounded by my friends of the past; I get so pumped and jazzed up with love. I too run a little intense. At times my intensity looses directions and starts to swing wide. This is when I start to push people too far, for I act a bit on the wild side, and not all people tolerate or can handle it. The day still had its pluses, but all in all I could have played it better. Oh, well, I cleaned my mess, and continued my adventure.

Day III

I found my Harmony. That good balance between mellow-fun and full out sharp connection that makes you want to mown, dance, and shout. YEW! Oh Yeaaaah (insert sexy voice 😉 Seeing Briggs and Tash Sultana got me so stoked. I love their passion and presence. I can just feel how much they want to share; it’s amazing to see that energy from young women. So damn powerful. Yesss!

After a perfect closing with Mumford and Sons. Something magical happened. I don’t know how or why, but it did.

I felt full feeling and knowing with the present moment. At times this happens to me. This time it was different. I wasn’t the only one feeling it or there where I was with another… As I look over to my sisters friend she was riding along on this same high. Immediately we linked up to each other, and boom! Bounced this awareness back and forth. Mentally I was flying. At crazy speeds. I felt and saw everything that was going on around us. Even the thought space people brought over I could feel. (I know far-out weird stuff, and usually I take these experiences with a grain of sand and all, but this time I had someone confirming). Little to say the other chica was a bit blow away, but hell me too, how is this happening? I was able navigate and maneuver all that was being thrown or dealt.. It was life changing.

The best way I can describe it, is that I was talking and communicating with other people. But not with words. It was a knowing. Connected in a feeling. An exchange. The exchange of what? Well science cannot yet can describe or measure it. And I call it Beauty.

Endings

All good things have to come to end. I knew that I could not sustain or operate at that level forever. It was nice too. To be at peace with an ending, but I sure did my best to ride it out for all its good.

Where I Am Now

I choose to fill my life with beauty. What and where I look. How I look and see things. Beauty.

My goal is to create a feedback loop that propels its self forward . A self sustaining experience that multiplies into more by its own momentum. An infectious feeling that creates a smile by just being in its presence. I want to create, live and be in spaces of beauty. Oh and yes the people too; inside and out 🙂

I now ask you…. What are you creating?

What type of conversations. The tones that you speak in. The sounds and music you listen to. The activities you participate in. The attitude that you bring to the table. All that and more…. What are you creating?