moon tea

T'was moved tonight, via intuition, to make some moon tea. My homegirls and I went out and picked some lemon balm.

Lemon balm is a herb of evolution. It's timely, what with all the nuclear radiation floating about the atmosphere that we invocate evolution in ourselves....seed ourselves with this energy of catalytic positive change.

I placed it in a big jar of water, invocated & blessed the brew, and left it in the moonlight. There it will steep, inviting in the lunar magic. Tomorrow on the full moon, which is an extra special "super moon", we'll all sip this tea and ponder its deepness.

The moon, afterall, helps us to realize that forces greater than our own thoughts guide our evolution. The lemon balm is the medium that the moon works through to get to our deepest emotions. Acknowledge, release and transcend.

Isn't plant medicine wonderfully galactic?

fuel for independence

freedom, glorious freedom.

I've been exploring various expressions of freedom lately. Previously, I felt extraordinary independence hopping in my car and speeding off to wherever I wanted to go, whenever. Damn, that felt so good, especially since 9 times out of 10 I was headed somewhere awesome, in a kick-ass vehicle.

Now in place of my turbo charged wheels I have a turbo charged life. It looks great on paper for sure, but in reality I have to re-learn to feel independent...since driving fast down a stretch of highway on some adventure or running errands around town is currently not as close to my fingertips as it once was.

Last week I did rent a moped when I was in Bali. I felt like a motorized angel speeding down the roads with my butterfly dress flapping in the wind. This is the ultimate dessert.

Interestingly, one of the ways that has really fulfilled me lately (after feeling quite smothered due to my "independence outlet" not being in place) is through exercise.

It started with a 30 yoga challenge what was going well until two days of travel broke my streak (halfway through). I was loving the rhythm of getting up early every morning to yog, no matter what time I laid down at night. My dedication to myself has been reactivated.

Now in Hawaii I've added another rhythm to my body movement training - running. A great way to get to the beach and learn the lay of the land.....which is ultimately what I crave for myself to feel truly grounded.

The other day I was "namasted" by a passerby as I was running to the beach. It felt incredible to be acknowledged for my actions and reinforced the power of what I'm doing to feed my needs. The light in me was seen as I floated past my neighbourly friend.

Perhaps this is real independence - having body mind spirit primed for self-propelled movement. I can embrace this. At least until I manifest the best car ever.

my clever thought process

One thing I could do more is give myself credit for how I do things. My unique spin on processes has given me an edge that I could easily quantify if I was into math or scientific calculations - especially now that I've harvested much of my hard work of my multi-dimensional personal development quest.

But I'm not into either of those things. Scientists don't factor in the magic of life into their experiments. That's why they don't resonate with me; I don't understand them. My clever thought process allows me to circumnavigate "reason" and come up with my own conclusion - what makes sense for me. Everything is subject to interpretation, including "rational scientific data".

This is an important step for personal sovereignty. There are many in the world who have been trained how to think by school and governments and media. We give these institutions an unearned claim of authority on how we should behave. Really, we could benefit from a lot less meddling on this planet, particularly from these institutions.

I've retrained myself to think in a way that serves myself. I start with myself to affect others. I know what's best for me.

I practice recognizing that no one else experiences reality in the exact same way that I do.....or responds to it in the same way either. My experience of 'delicious', 'heaven', 'pain', and 'mediocrity' differs from every other being in this beloved universe. Oh the freedom in just accepting that.

And that concept in itself reveals why having our own individual clever thought processes is a stepping stone to multiple levels of liberation.

To me everything is perfect. To you? A different story. And that adds to the perfection of it all.

office space & a pinch of salt

Hmmmm, well. It seems that I'm fairly good at writing the story of my life. Why, just last year I was wishing for a more flow-y work scene that lets nature guide what I do each day. And, lookee here: to a large extent that's what I'm doing now.

When it's warm out, I park myself on the deck on the tree house I'm living at, and set up shop (see image above). When it's hot out, me and the gals head down to the beach to frolic in the waves and float in the effervescent waters.

When it's rainy out I hide in my room, listen to the falling drops and enjoy the solitude.

I go with the flow, and it makes it easy to work everyday. I only have to do a little each day to get a lot done. As long as I set myself daily goals in terms of what I want to complete or manifest I know I'll be covering some serious, galactic ground.

It's quite amazing that what I write in terms of what I want to bring into my life does manifest - all in great timing of course. SPELL it out. As if I'm casting a spell on my life with the works I document on this great web of consciousness called the Internet.

I'm in awe of my power to create. Because there are many skeptics & naysayers out there who I could have let influence my desires. Instead I've simply believed in my heart that the reality I want is possible. I just have to clearly visualize it, know that it will come to be for me, release any attachment to how it might come into reality, and pay attention to the synchronicities that come forth. Then take action.

That last part I realize is so friggen important. I have to take action. When the opportunities present themselves, carpe diem. Not some day when I feel like it. But NOW.

Action. The fun part!! The part that amalgamates or galvanizes all the other parts of the manifestation process. Like how a pinch of the best ever sea salt ties it all together in chocolate making, or a vanilla infused elixir production, or insert your favorite dish creation process here.

It really brings some yummy food, delicious views, magical experiences and lovely people into my life. Etc. It's great to know that there is an easy recipe for the raddest life ever.

Be mindful what you wish for....

the fun police

I would like to get the following rant off my chest:

There are people out there who are the martyrs of fun. They insist on ensuring that everyone is having a great time. I call these people the fun police.

The thing about the fun police, is that they're pushing their values & ideas on others. "fun" pushers.

What is fun? Well gee...that's a loaded question. What's fun for me can very well be totally not fun for the next person.

What say you? An activity deemed "fun" may not actually be universally so?

Yes, that's what I'm saying, dear fun police.

My classic interaction with the fun police usually occurs in situations where drinking is involved.

I'm not a big drinker, and I would go so far to say that drinking is a boring, default activity. But I digress.

Often at these drinking occasions I'll quietly abstain, or at least don't take it to the level of pirate drunkenness that so many people REGULARLY enjoy. That's a 'special occasion' activity for me. And when it happens it's usually fun.

My point is that invariably, there will be someone there asking me why I'm not drinking....worrying that I won't have fun. "She's not drinking? Surely she can't be having any fun".

Or, like the other night when I was at Blues on Whyte sitting at a table by myself at 2am in the morning..having strangers and acquaintances alike coming up to me insisting that I come back to the dance floor . "Come on, now. Have some fun."

Annoying.

First off, at that point in the night- when my main friends of the evening were off smoking and hooking up in the corner, and the dance floor had exhausted itself as an option, sitting at a table by myself and staring into space was actually a fun option. Also, I had my iPhone keeping me company, texting my favorites that were in other locations that eve.

There I sat, quite content to do nothing, which actually wasn't nothing at all.

But apparently to onlookers this isn't fun. More over, they would have nothing of it.

"This girl MUST have fun. I'm committing the next five minutes of my life to insisting that she have fun".

Secondly, as a strong promoter of personal responsibility, I believe that everyone is in charge of their own fun. I know how to have fun. I'm great at it. And sometimes my 'fun' looks rather dull and boring. But I insist that in that moment I'm having more fun doing what I'm doing, than I'd have doing what someone else thinks I should be doing. Also, when I see others sitting on the side lines minding their own business, I respect that this is out of choice.

Thirdly, since when is forced fun...fun? If I had no interest in dancing in that moment...and someone begrudgingly pulls me onto the dance floor, and I fake it till the song is over - what's the point? Is THAT fun? Are you kidding me?

And finally - how is it that drinking automatically equals fun? In the same vein as "it's not funny if you have to explain it", I dare to say it's not fun if you have to drink to enjoy it.

There. I said it.

And as for the fun police, please refer to the image above for directions.

Happy New Year!!

silly common sensical me

As far as common sense goes, I've certainly been gifted with an above average dose of this handy knowledge. Perhaps because I'm a keen visualizer I naturally, unconsciously sense the outcome of my actions before I begin.

However, even equipped with this underrated super power I amaze myself and the funny little fuck ups I basically invite to happen - even though I know better.

My latest episode is an interesting example of this. I have a water bottle with a 'risky' lid. Risky in that it can easily become unplugged, and in fact really shouldn't be stored in a position other than upright.

Strangely, the other day, I convinced myself that I'd be able to maintain this uprightness in my chaotic handbag....I placed the filled water bottle into my bag and then totally forgot about it.

Minutes later I fished my phone from my purse and noticed it wasn't working. Slowly it all made sense. the drops of water on my phone....and my soaking wet bag all told me that my day wasn't going to include the use of my beloved mobile device.

Shit.

Why did I let this happen?

Did I feel that my life needed a little cellular drama?

Am I taking spring water so seriously that I now baptize my mobile devices to raise their vibration?

Am I that much of a dare devil that I risk the outcome of a loosely sealed water bottle paired with electronics and other cherished items such as a journal filled with my actionable items and universal musings now sealed together and smudged thanks to the earths greatest solvent?

Who knows.

All I can say for sure is that I knew better and I still let it happen.

What the fuck, Krystyna? You're a funny, funny gal.

Dear God,

Please allow my iPhone to dry out and start working again like it was never wet - restoring my contacts and photos and allowing me to effortlessly resume my communication with the cyber world.

Amen.

Sincerely,

Krystyna

white widow

today i danced with the white widow.

her smokey veil wrapped around me

together we felt the fabrics of my laundry

as I folded and tucked away

all the beautiful textures that I've brought home from here & there

each item has it's own exotic tale from creation

inception

like all of us

the scent of clean, mixed with the dry, smokey smell from the nearby wood fire

so rustic, yet so modern this scene is

homey

lovely

i've created this exact moment

hello ruby in the dust

a lyric I just heard

all my senses are tickled with joy.

fireside, with music, laundry, and eyes opened inward.

this is one of those moments where i reveal to myself just how lovely I am. simply lovely.