Car door opening to a wonderland
of wild mustard a few days ago
in Healdsburg, California
I returned from a short two night trip to the town of Healdsburg. I found a great deal on a hotel. My intention for the trip was to create a comfortable and safe space for the class I\’m taking on : Ancestral Healing and Dream Archaeology
I needed a quiet place to set up my laptop for the zoom class and process what I had learned. I wanted a place of solitude where I wouldn\’t be bothered or interrupted for the entirety of my stay.
Before checking into my room, I stopped off at a burger place, Scott and I frequented. I ordered my usual favorite menu items. A cheese veggie burger, onion rings, and a root beer. Pretty much the same order, I\’ve been placing since I was a kid except A & W didn\’t serve veggie burgers in the 70\’s.
Veggie Burger and Onion Rings
before checking in to Hotel in Healdsburg, Ca
For three days, I holed up in the Hotel and never left. I took my dream class. I read. I wrote. On the last night of my stay, I decided to watch a movie on the flat screen. I was pleasantly surprised to find a Hitchcock marathon on AMC. I love Hitchcock movies, at least two have been filmed right in the area where I live and travel, Sonoma County. My favorites are The Birds (filmed in Bodega Bay) and North by Northwest. When I flipped the channel on, Cary Grant was on the run with his beautiful glowing tan and impeccable fitted suit finding refuge in a private train car with a sultry iron willed Eva Marie Saint. Picking up the hotel phone, I ordered a wood fire pizza covered in mozzarella and tomato sauce with basil (Pizza Margherita) from Doordash and settled into the comfortable bed piled high with pillows and covers, falling asleep after dinner and before the ending of North by Northwest.
If I could live in hotels, cabins in nature, camping, and spoiling myself at Bed & Breakfasts for the rest of my life, I would be more than content until my final lift off from this body rejoining my partner, friends, and guides on the other side.
This morning, I packed, feeling a passion for knowledge and adventure after participating in class and completing two shamanic journeys. I am ready for the mystery and magic to continue to unfold. I am more than ever connected to Scott, my deep love for him and who he was and is, my purpose, my path and the incredible immortality of life after life.
“We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming – well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.”