My life has been rich and sweet. I really don't know where to begin. Each day I think about what I'd love to share with Blogland and before I know it I have a collection of days needing to be shared. Last post, I was going to dye silks with Jane. What an undertaking that was. We started out so particular about not getting the colors mixed, wearing gloves to keep our hands undyed and getting a good selection of colors. Well, the base colors recommended to me by the woman at Dharma Trading Company were ALL wrong. At least for out taste anyway. I guess I need to take responsibility. I mean, I should have known to question the color choices of a woman who was my same age (in fact, once while looking at my ID she told me we share an exact birthday) with purple hair. So our first few trys were psychadelic bright. Consequently, we blended and dipped randomly, deciding we wanted some good autumn colors and whatever else we got was OK. here are some photos of the process, and Jane, and the final product:
That night both grandsons spent the night and the following morning I served pancakes in Traintown" (complete with the loud waitress/conductor (me) calling "WHOOOO! WHOOO!": The next day I left for my trip to the hot springs up north. The week was all that I had hoped. I got my first Ipod and stayed up until 2 am the night before I left, spending a $50.00 gift certificate, filling it with all of my oldie but goodies. That ride was the best of my life, as far as rides to the tip top of the state of California goes. It seemed to fly by. The weather was in the hundreds and I was VERY VERY excited that my hair was finally long enough for Camille to French braid before I left. That has been my goal since I let it go gray a couple of years ago. Eight hours later, as I took the turn off from Highway 5, the land was pristine, golden. Horses grazing to my left and cows to my right. Quickly the terrain turned mountainous and shaded. The air smelled of pine and cedar and got a bit cooler. When I drove through the big wooden gates of Stewart Hot Springs, this is what I saw: And this: And then my new home for the week: I moved right into my cabin and enjoyed a week of quiet meditation, mineral baths, massage, browsing in bookstores that smelled of brewed coffee and displayed a good selection of books about local lore and self work, and the most quaint yarn/fabric store, "Weston's", straight out of the olden days (but with excellent wares), and eating from the natural food deli and market (the resort's restaurant was closed). On 9/11 they had a "Peace Dance" folks of all ages dancing to drumming. On the way home, I explored all the way to the top pf Mount Shasta. In all my life of living in California, I had yet to do that. I cannot put the experience into words. But I can tell you that the temp was 73 degrees at the bottom of the mountain and 48 degrees at the top. The quiet rang in my ears. The air was thin and cold. The world seemed so far away. There's a lot I want to learn about this mountain. A lot of respect to be offered to its glory. It has been the solace and inspiration for many spiritual leaders. It is said to have a whole civilization living within. It is said to be a visiting place for UFO's. So much, I read, is said about this mountain. So much, I say, I felt. Somehow I found the peace I was looking for this week.