New Playmates and Projects

New Rescue Plants and Bohemian Style

Brought some new plant friends home from work on Friday and I can’t wait to get dirt under my fingernails getting them re-potted and fertilized. Poor things have been toiling away trying to grow under artificial light for a few months and I’ve been itching for some more plant babies since I moved last month. The new house is bigger and it makes the jungle feel a bit sparse so when I saw these cuties waiting for a home I thought, ‘As usual, the universe provides.’

They’re temporarily sitting on a pair of Asian style tables that I picked up at a thrift store. I was in the process of moving and even though the tables were priced at $15 each, I hesitated to buy them at the time. We were packing and I didn’t have room for them but when I heard they were giving 50% off  furniture at the store that day I scooped them up! Seriously, two sturdy wood tables with interesting details and only in need of minor sanding for $15? Yes please! I lived with them stacked on each other in the kitchen with the moving boxes for a couple of weeks but it was worth it.

Aisian style tables furniture project and Nara

The tables have some awesome details but are in need of a little love. That’s why Nara is in the picture, she’s providing the love. While I really enjoy wood furniture that shows some history, so I’m not too fussy about refinishing, there are some scribbles on the tops that can easily be removed by a light sanding. Part of me wants to just oil the wood after sanding and let the tables continue to patina over time but another part of me wants to funky them up with paint. This is always the dilemma, considering the room they’re in I think natural will win this time.

Asain Thrift Rehab Table  Corner Detail

Check out those beautiful brass corner brackets!  Leave them shiny and polished or treat them with some ammonia or vinegar to age them? Personally,  I love surfaces to either be well textured or slick as licorice, contrast adds drama and after all, your home is the theatre where your life story unfolds.

Regardless, rehabbing the tables will have to wait a bit since I’m still unpacking, and they’re still lovely as is. However, my new green friends will be getting some immediate attention and I think they deserve a vacation on the porch.

#urbanjungle #bohemiandecor #jungalow #vintagedecor #furniturerehab #gypsyshaman

 New Healing Space – New Energy

Setting up the new energy work/healing space! I’m excited to do energy healing sessions and share this room’s beautiful energy. It is a safe and comfortable place to receive the energies of qigong, reiki and shamanism. 

Appointments here begin in August so if you’re interested in a healing and stress relieving session, email the thegypsyshaman@gmail.com so we can determine a time.

For more information, see the Services page on this site.

This is What You Came For

Before studying shamanism with my teacher, Sarah Salter Kelly, I had to answer a few questions and one of them was, “What was your most heart opening experience?”. It still stands as my benchmark so I rewrote that story to share with you here.

Standing on a 20 ft. platform waiting to jump off into the mud pool below, I felt fear rising from the core of my being, I could hear it roaring in my ears. If I didn’t get a hold on it quickly I was going to panic and freeze at the top of the platform in front of a crowd of people.

I was 10k into the Tough Mudder Challenge and had been over walls, submerged my body into cramp inducing ice water and waded through pits of mud. I had trained for several months to get through the physical challenges of this grueling course. I would even run through the electric shock cables at the end of the course with barely a hesitation, but for months I wrestled with the fear of this particular challenge.

When I arrived at this obstacle I realized I would have to scale a wall to get to the top of the platform and I was beyond exhausted. I tried getting my foot up on the quarter inch ledge and boost myself up but it was beyond me at this point. Disappointed I walked around the obstacle, stopping at the side to watch my daughter drop into the pool. Two off duty lifeguards, a man and a woman, challenged me on skipping the event and I explained I couldn’t get up the wall with my tired short legs. We watched my daughter do her plummet and everyone went quiet when she didn’t come back up as fast as expected. She did bob back up after a couple of tense moments and I turned to go when the male lifeguard asked if I’d like help onto the wall. The woman chimed in that she would get on the wall and help me up if I really wanted to do it. I looked up at the platform, felt the fear rise but thought;  ‘This is what you came for.’

With a quick little boost from my guardian lifeguards I was able to scramble up the rest of the wall to the top of the platform on my own. Since I was so tired that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to swim, they brought a lifeguard closer to where I would enter the water. The only excuse I was left with was fear.

Not being able to see into the muddy water, like you could in a pool, made it even more unnerving, especially since I had just watched my daughter disappear into it for a longer than normal time. Now here I was on top, waiting for the person in front of me to clear out of the way. I had read about a death that happened in previous years because someone had jumped too soon and landed on the person that went before them. This was heavy on my mind and what was rising inside of me on that platform was beyond fear, it was terror. I was confronting my mortality. Two years earlier I had been in an accident involving two semi-trailers in a snowstorm and it was the same emotion, but this time I had a choice to step away.

Drowning in fear the words ‘don’t think’ popped into my head. Looking up I was overwhelmed by a stunning vista of the red rocks of the Drumheller badlands extending out in front of me, I had never experienced such vastness. Suddenly I felt an energy rushing in toward me from the horizon, lifting me up. I felt buoyant, superhuman, like I could float right off that platform. The universe arrived in an incredible force, I had never felt anything like it before. Deep peace washed over me and as I was filled by the universe, I also expanded into it. I was as vast as the vista in front of me.

Out of the edge of my vision and consciousness I registered the person in front of me had climbed out of the far side of the pool. I turned my attention to my daughter and one of our other teammates standing on the other side watching me. Before fear could rush back in to squelch the euporia I screamed out our ridiculous battle cry, ‘Spoooon!’* and jumped. My daughter screamed it back while I descended through the air to the murky water and I heard the laughter of everyone watching.

The pool felt thick as I became submerged. I continued to go down, my fear of not knowing which way was up tried to kick in when a little voice said ‘Relax, you’ll naturally float back up.’  I relaxed, my decent stopped, and for a moment I was suspended in the viscous fluid, feeling like I was in a womb, then I slowly rose, until my extended hand broke the surface. The waiting lifeguard put a float under my arm as soon as I popped out but I was refreshed! I smiled at her, released the float and swam to the rope ladder where I crawled out of the pool.

After thanking the lifeguards that helped me up the wall I immediately burst into tears and I finished the remaining 6 kilometers, crying all the way.

I learned that when you face your fears and step into the void, the universe and unexpected people suddenly show up to support you.

*The Tick, a cartoon cult superhero, decides he and his side kick,  Arthur, need a battle cry. Catching sight of his own reflection on the back of a spoon his battle cry is born. Tough Mudder advises having a battle cry to get you through the fear barrier so our team decided on Spooon!