I was married in a small meadow along the Deschutes River at the end of Shevlin Park in Bend, OR in 1986- a bunch of lifetimes ago. My dog Sally followed my dad and me down the “aisle” and stood at my heels. We ate potato salad afterward that I made for our guests and played volleyball and threw the frisbee. I was a high achieving hippie chick back then and come to think of it i still fit into that category.
Fast forward to the present- My beloved daughter Hillary resides here now, same age that I was back then, living out her own version of high-achieving hippie chick. I just returned from a sudden 6 day trip up there to help my poor sweet pea through a broken collar bone surgery due to a snowboarding accident. Here she is all put back together again, ready to take on the world. She has big dreams like me. We keep getting stronger when life gets hard.
She lives in a small 2 bedroom house with 3 other room mates, so her gypsy “vambulance” that she outfitted herself serves as guest cottage in the backyard. This is where I slept in 32 degree temps (with a small space heater) nestled under the ponderosa pines. Mobile Adventure Unit indeed!
I would say that being a hippie mother means never having a dull moment.
I slept surprisingly well in this earthy sanctuary and had many rich, vivid, colorful dreams. Dreams of flowers sprouting from my journal pages, dreams of my paintings being formed into clay vessels, dreams of Earth Mother Goddesses, an image of Zap Mama. I see my wooden prayer beads hanging from the ceiling- the emblem that served as my guidance after my kundalini opening in Senegal, Africa in 2000 that I brought home, passing them on to my daughter with prayers for her own enlightenment. Perhaps their energy fueled my Earth Mother Goddess dreams… or maybe it was just me in my role as fierce Momma nursemaid, nurturing Hillary in her healing process. Whatever the cause, I was touched deeply by the Great Mother archetype on this unexpected trip.
Hillary built this chicken coop which was next to my sanctuary and we enjoyed fresh eggs every day. She wants to do urban permaculture design with this type of thing for everyday people. The more power to her.
This is her boyfriend Josh who shares the same passions and dreams as her- they met in a soils lab class at the college. He made this rabbit fur lined, pendleton wool hat for Hillary for Christmas- another creative, yeah!.
He also made her this white leather purse with beautiful beadwork by his sister. High fashion Earth-Glam style. Love it!!!
I went for 6 mile walks every day along the river, enjoying the contrast of winter to the perpetual summer of my Santa Barbara life. The red osier dogwood it’s own beautiful expression to behold rather than the pink bougainvillea that blooms here now. Like I said it was a back to roots experience, being here. I also visited the local rec center each day for yoga and a sauna. I swam in the pool here when pregnant with Stuart way back when. In some ways I felt to be that same person, practicing self care so that I may better serve others. A lesson I have learned well.
Pennie came with me to the river every day, swimming in the cold water while I sat on a rock and did my pranayama/meditation. I seem to always a have a dog by my side- my Chinese astrological sign. Lots of loyal canine energy.
Strangely enough Josh had had surgery on his left shoulder (same side) just a week before Hillary and coincidentally they had the same surgeon. Some kind of karmic unfolding. Anyway, now they are twinsies and here we are celebrating on my last night there. So glad we made it through this catastrophe with ease and grace and even some spark of Divine magic. No matter what life throws at us, if we open up to the flow and beauty of what is and are receptive to the offerings, there are always gifts that are rich and rewarding. It was wonderful to reconnect with my girl in her earthy world.
Now I am home and a bucket of tulips, irises and daffodils await painting in my studio- spring is around the corner. new beginnings~