It started with a reunion of friends from the Magical Forest, Omega. It continued with the marvelous Monique coming over for a playdate, in which we jumped around the four feet of available space in my room chanting and dancing, collapsed at the end to meditate and listen to some gonging, followed by Kundalini yoga. The buzzing high I was on only amplified that night, after my friend Travis invited me to a party up in the Oakland Hills. It was filled with a magical tribe of artists and musicians, a huge house with lavish altars and shiny instruments and art rooms, and candles, and ceiling to floor windows that offered a spectacular view of the city twinkling far below. I was in heaven.
I didn't get home until 4 in the morning, and woke up again at 10 to go jump on trampolines with my friend Isobel. These were not just any trampolines; it was a whole warehouse full of them. And so I went to visit the Adelaide and Luke after 24 hours of bouncing, dancing, chanting, and sleep deprivation.... the result was a lot of tears. A lot of healing. A lot of release. And on my way home to Berkeley I went to "Heartform;" for more chanting, meditation, dance, and community bliss, and that was the perfect end to a magic weekend. I came home with a coyote sticker for Luke and a "Kiss of Motherpeace" painting by an extremely inspiring artist, Jah Ishka. Oh, and on the subway I read an article all about a band who got to financial independence using a combination of social media and networking and the like....
inspiring!
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