Goddess Migration Down the Coast

I arrived in San Francisco and my friend, Iris arrived from Seattle a few hours later. I had places to go and people to see ideas to fit any mood that we might have collectively had upon her arrival and of course, her adventure-hungry chose to take off down the coast immediately. She got off of the plane proclaiming, "My body is totally devoid of vitamin d; let's go find some sun now." So off the cliff we jumped--neither one of us with any idea what to expect; both of us absolutely sure that we were in the right place at the right time.

We all have cycles that perpetuate throughout our lives: mannerisms, preferences, types of people and places that we attract. I had been observing my own on the road for a few weeks and it was interesting to combine them with Iris's for a spell. She and I have long conversations that define masculine and feminine energy, seek to combine the two in our selves and then orient those selves towards creative and healing endeavors. We hunt for and identify symbols and then read them like a book to each other to decipher the underlying rhythms of our lives. We made a stop in Santa Cruz for a snack and everywhere we went was man man man masculine man cycle in the form of comments under breath emits via random pedestrians, cars and people, things on the radio, etc. Since Iris is Croatian, everything we found was Croatian.

We wandered into a Croatian gelatto shop and were immediately bombarded with a long, albeit interesting story told with no cordial preliminaries (my name is...how are you today...etc) coursing from the mouth of a vibrant and jovial-forceful beefcake behind the counter. We sat down at a table and then he came and took my seat when I left it for a moment. He interrupted us, impatiently absorbed our parts of the conversation, brought up his obsession with politics and tried to force feed us gelatto after we expressed a disinterest in eating it. Iris's national fervor switch was turned on a little bit and I saw a side of her that I rarely see as she filled me in on cultural stories that explain the current political climate. Both of us felt a sense of relief as we left that little shop and our ability to physically manifest a theme/point became quite apparent. We took off and later realized that our confrontation with that energy had been haunting us a bit, providing a great release upon our banishing it from our trip-in a pool, at night, by the Ocean, with sparkling splashes of endless waves.

We arrived in Big Sur at night and discovered that all of the little hotels were completely booked for New Year's, but we found one little campsite in the very back corner beyond some sleeping urbanites returning to nature. We cleansed our bodies with the cold clean air as we slept next to a river and it rained on us....welcome to chaos...We woke up to find that we had chosen the most beautiful campsite on earth. Turkeys in the mist welcomed us to our morning. Frozen, we went hunting for breakfast and everything available to us on Highway 1 in the Northern region of Southern California just happened to be an adorable little chunk of fairy land!


We drove for a while through thick mist. It covered the ocean and blocked the view that we had been so hungry for. A dumptruck appeared on the road in front of us and Iris realized that it was time for us to release something. She wrote on a little paper and I chose a small painting--a collaboration between myself and my brilliant friend, X-see--who is in Korea at the moment. There is such power in these collaborative pieces--a little chunk combo of myself and a dear one that I can give to a vortex of my choosing.....This one went to the Laughing Willows...
There was such a release in that. Maybe this happens for everyone--I believe that it does--I am often struck by non-sensical urdges to make little ceremonies or moondances or chants and I never regret following them--they always elicit surprising magic and fun. It is important to be able to listen closely enough to my self to be able to hear these little ideas when they arise. Iris and I found many of these as we listened together--tracing migration paths across the western Coast. This release saw that the fog lifted from the water almost immediately. Magic is changing that which already exists and has karmatic retributions, creation is bringing something new into existence. This practice is the medium between the two.