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The First Day of 2011

I wake in the dark to an empty house, well-rested.  Brew coffee and write.

As the first shadows begin to appear in the early morning sun rise, I make my way to my car and drive to one of the most beautiful beaches I know.  My steps are the first imprints of 2011 on these golden sands, wandering slowly under a pinking sky.

Often during this time of year the waves are so big you cannot walk to the end of the beach.  This morning the winter swell is moderate, the tide low.

photo courtesy of Pepe Conley

I have an all-access pass to the place that is my temple.  Not a soul in sight.

At the fresh-water spring that flows through rock and thick green moss, I strip down and stand in the tall fall.  Look out at the vast ocean that stretches north into nothing but horizon.  Salt and sea mist rise and cool water anoints my crown.  Good morning!

In the afternoon Jeb and I load up my car with good friends and a big bowl of Thai squash soup.  The scent of garlic and curry wafts through the vehicle as we make our way to the Taro Patch where a community potluck is being held.  Hawaiian chanting, African drumming, songwriters and a didgeridoo.  Two couples get up and renew vows before the 400+ crowd in ‘sacred union’ ceremony.  There is interpretive dance that I think has something to do with a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

All of Kauai’s woo woo crew are here in a potpourri of bright batiks, Hawaiian prints, Burning Man accessories, fedoras and board shorts.  We are an eclectic family all perspiring together in the muggy grass.  But we’re happy by the riverside, in the sacred space of this place at the base of Kalalea – Anahola’s distinctive mountain.

Children run about safely unattended.  Jeb keeps scaling jagged lava rock and I can’t decide if I should pluck him down or just stop watching.  Elijah and John Dumas are on the stage singing about the freedom of living your dreams.  They’ve altered the standard “Happy New Year” so that we all may transcend time and space, by simply saying “Happy New Now.”  It’s New Year’s Day on Kauai.

The event culminates with a “Goddess Chant” but I’m confused to see all the women at the back of the stage and a man with the mic in the front singing about opening our hearts.  We gather our things and exit before I have a chance to see them come front and center.

Back home with friends, we eat a simple dinner of garden pesto and pasta.  Crisp bread and red wine.  For dessert, maple wafers and tangerines by the fire, while a friend from Tahiti tells tales of diving with dolphins in his thick French accent.  Jeb demonstrates how to make a blade of grass whistle in your hands.

From Kauai, I’m wishing you a beautiful new year and a most excellent ‘Now’!

 

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The Last Day of 2010

Jeb dresses like a Jedi warrior in second-hand karate pants and a bathrobe, then takes his harmonica outside to play to the birds.

“They’re coming all around me, mom.  They like it.  Come see.  Come!”

To me, they don’t seem to be coming around more than usual, though he keeps the harmonica sucked in his mouth, pointing with hands at birds under distant trees or flying high above.  His eyebrows arch at me, silently saying “see” in affirming proof.

Both St. Francis and an orchestra conductor in one, he wanders out to the field, moving both hands in time to the sound of his inhales and exhales.  Barefoot in grass and mud, he shares his music with the trees and all of the earthly creatures.

Later I take Jeb to Rex’s house and get the last day of 2010 to myself.  In the afternoon two girlfriends I haven’t seen in a long while come over.  We drink Patron and lemon.  Eat kale salad and hazelnut crackers.  Bing cherries and dark chocolate.

One friend has tickets to the ‘gala’ fundraising event and a new black sequins dress.  My other friend will be enjoying a quiet meal with friends around the fire.  I haven’t decided how I’ll bring in the new year.  There are numerous options, the best of which has me leaning toward a night at home.

I wondered if I was simply losing gumption by settling in for a new year’s night alone.  But when I dipped into the outdoor bath, soaking in the hot water beneath the star sky, I knew that all was well with the crickets and I.

2011 Resolution #1:  learn more constellations.  Stars are an ancient navigational tool.  When in doubt, look up.

photo courtesy of nasaimages.org

Fresh from the bath, there was Lotus Garden body butter.  The softness of a pashmina shawl from Nepal.  I was tucked in beneath my mother’s cream colored afghan.  Bullfrogs sounded down by the stream.  Quiet.

After a whirlwind December tour of California, I was finally back home – landed.  After a full and challenging year, 2010 was coming to a close.  I felt complete.  Even ready for bed at 8:24pm.

No shoulds about it.  I climbed in.  Who says you have to stay up till midnight?  My body wanted rest.  And there’s a difference between rest and sleep.  Sleep can sometimes seek escape.  On the last day of 2010 I wasn’t trying to hide.  I simply wanted to transcend all concepts of what I was supposed to do.  Set the tone for 2011 and stay true to the moment.  And this moment called for rest.  Which I did, soundly.

And on this first day of 2011-  1/1/11 – here’s to waking up.

The Breeze at Dawn
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep

~ Rumi

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Jade Stone Slipping Through Time Portals

I’m sitting, eyes closed, on a cushion on the floor with nine of my fellow seminarians as we are in the final half hour of a five day exploration of our livelihood and place in the world.  This workshop has taken place in one of my favorite locales and by now I am softened, open and happy.

Our skilled facilitator (Susan Bernstein, Work from Within) is guiding us through a meditation where we imagine ourselves launching into space and traveling through time.  When we land it is five years in the future and we are greeted by our future selves.

There I am, forty-two years old, smiling and welcoming me with a warm hug.  This woman understands me like no one else.  No words need be exchanged, she knows my journey and she’s here to show me that all is well in the future.

We find ourselves on a cliffside vantage overlooking the Big Sur coastline.  The view is grand, Future Me’s connection to the land is strong.  Jeb is there, too.  Now twelve, he is happy, quiet and present.

We walk to a bench and I sit in the middle with pre-teen Jeb and Future Me on either side.  Future Me puts her arm around my shoulder and I feel her deep understanding and encouragement.  Real-time tears move down my cheeks in the full experience of this meeting.

Our group is guided through this exchange and we come to a point in the meditation when we ask our future selves if they have anything to give us.  Future Me presents a piece of Big Sur jade in the shape of a heart.  She reminds me that anything is possible.

Our facilitator eventually guides the group back through time and space to land on our cushions in 2010.  The workshop is over and we share our goodbyes, each traveling in our separate ways.  I’ve arranged to spend a night in Big Sur, where my little room has everything folded in an accordion-like fan style:  the toilet paper, the tissue, the washcloths and hand towels.

It’s early evening and I’m across the street from my hotel room, browsing through a shop full of gemstones.  There is a case that features jade but most of it seems to be from other places.  The woman at the register speaks limited English and is in the process of closing the store.  I ask if she can help me find the jewelry made from Big Sur jade and then debate on purchasing the pair of earrings that she shows me.  I decide to get them and as she wraps them up, I notice a bowl full of raw chunks of jade at the counter.  I begin to sort through the rocks thinking I’d like to have a few small pieces to give as gifts.

As I’m sorting I hear her speak in a thick accent, “I think this is for you.”

I look up to see that she has reached into her pocket and is holding a smooth dark green stone in her hand.  Though it is hard to understand her words entirely, I gather the following: she was walking on the road that day, looked down and saw the rock.  She realized it was a piece of jade and picked it up.

“You found this stone today?” I ask.

“Yes,” she nods, smiling.

“Just on the side of the road?”

“Yes.  I think it is for you.”

“For me?  You want me to have it?”

“Yes.  You like jade.  Is for you.”

I take the stone.  It is soft, the shape of a diamond with rounded edges.  I am amazed.

I thank her profusely and ask for her address so that I can send her a Kauai jade equivalent – the sunrise shell.

Maybe it was a coincidence that on the same day that Future Me handed over a heart-shaped piece of Big Sur jade in some guided meditation, I was gifted that stone from a stranger at the shop called “Heart Beat of Big Sur“.

Heart Beat Gallery, Big Sur

But I like to think it was the ultimate cosmic wink.  That somehow forty-two year old me slipped jade through the wrinkles of time and space, offering that stone as a reminder.  That anything is possible.  Magic comes in simple moments. All is well and will be well.  Trust.

As I conclude this last day of 2010, I think about the future and what I want to cultivate in the coming years.  I hope to catch up to Future Me and share a laugh.  Though one never knows how long they get, I hope I have 5 more years and then another happy fifty more.

This little tale of jade in Big Sur is already in my past.  And Future Me resides somewhere in a time I haven’t met yet.  Life is a series of present moments and this day is what’s alive.  Today I’ll be packaging up a little sunrise shell and mailing it to a PO Box in Big Sur.

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Happy New Year!

Note:  After writing the above words, I went to my suitcase to find the jade and take a photo to accompany this post.  After searching every pocket of every travel bag I simply cannot find it.  Was it all just a dream?  Or, like the chrysoprase stone will it turn up in some random moment?  Gotta love these mysteries.