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9.30.2012

The Future Kind of Post

Sooo....I haven't spent much time on a computer lately. But tonight I just wrote a post about Burning Man, and I also read some of my old blog posts.
Hmmmm...This walk down memory lane sparked some new thoughts...I appreciate and love the fact that I have kept this blog since my Chilean adventures back in 2009. So much have happened since then and it is pretty marvelous to go back into the archives to read about what I was doing in 2010 or something, but it's also a little weird. My perspective has changed...I almost disagree with some of the things I wrote in the past, in fact I nearly deleted one post- but then I didn't...Because erasing what I once believed to be true and real, would be like an act of embarrassment or shame at my once-self, and that's not ok. We evolve, we change, we learn...The beauty of this blog is that it is a catalog of my personal evolution and I want to cherish that, not delete it like it never happened.

I'd like to save this blog for what it is- a look into my past. A memory bank of sorts...But I don't think I will continue to use the blog to catalog my life experiences. This space has served its purpose and I feel happy now to put it to rest.

I will continue to write. And I will probably continue to write in a blog format. I enjoy the personality one can give a blog and the individuality of a space that is controlled and cultivated by just "you." I will update this blog one more time when I have designed the new place for my thoughts, ideas, musings, poetry, essays, articles, photos...whatever...

I'm on a new level now...Gotta level up my website too :)












Namaste :) May we continue to look towards the sun, towards the light and love forever.

Finally, A Burning Man Post

Hello Blog World...It's been a while.


It has been one month since my return home from Burning Man and a busy month it has been!
Right when I got home I was ecstatic, glowing, vibrating, exploding with residual Burning Man energy. I couldn't sit still...Well, I did sleep a lot in recovery, but when I was awake I was constantly on the move. Gathering tools, books, ideas, rocks. Telling my big story. Riding my bike around Lake Tahoe with my dad. Camping. Working. Playing with friends. Basically getting myself back into the swing of life in the default world. Many changes have happened in my life. I'm not sure I'm ready to divulge all of the details on such an open forum like this one, but basically I am so thrilled about the new direction I have taken my life.

While I was at Burning Man I experience a radical transformation, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I know to some people (namely anyone who works at RBP) that phrase sounds so cliche: but heck, it's true. My life has changed, and while that change was slowly happening before I entered the Black Rock City, I met my catalyst on the 5th day, and I awakened into a new beginning. I feel like for the past year my life has been like a rolling snowball down a hill: small at first,  slowly picking up speed, getting bigger, bigger and bigger until the gigantic Austin snowball was rolling at breakneck speed and suddenly exploded while crash landing into a tree at the bottom of the mountain. Burning Man was the tree. My snowball exploded. And only the amazing particles of my old life have carried over into this new beginning.

So you're probably wondering: what the hell happened out there?!?!? Well, I'm going to give you the abbreviated version...For the first 5 days I was playing and loving and having the best time with all of my friends. Ellen, Emily, Cameron, Megs, Dominique, Murphy, Guy, The Hen House, Joey, Charles...hilarious people. We explored and laughed and danced all over the playa. I know the most wonderful group of friends. I know I say that all the time, but I seriously seriously mean it. Then, on Thursday night/Friday morning (I had been on the playa since Sunday) I met an inspiring person who has incredible dance moves and the biggest heart I've ever known. From that moment forward my life took a gigantic step to the next level. The next level spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically (I lost 15 pounds at burning man ahh!! so much biking, dancing and prancing around all the time, really does the trick!). His name is Ben and he is a wonderful new addition to my life. If you've seen me this past month, you've probably heard the story of how we met- and if you haven't you should call me up and I'll give you the long-form version. It was beyond amazing. Beyond words. We made it rain. We saw a gorgeous sunrise. We danced our asses off. He met all my people and I met all his people. I met Anna and I'm so thankful for her. We met White Raven and Pappa Bear and Ken. I met Alexa and Angus and Nick and Joey and Hillary and the rest of the Elk Mountain Tribe. We started our romance. It's wonderful. So long story short- I met Ben. :) I cannot put into words the amount of gratitude I feel for that moment when the universe decided I was ready to meet him. Maybe it wasn't the universe "deciding"...Maybe it was just me, finally being ready to take a leap. Who knows. I'm still figuring it out.

So, I'm going to post some pictures now. I hope these photos help you see what it was like...Kind of. :)























7.25.2012


Montana flashback photo. Nothin but class. 

7.13.2012

restless

Restless is such an ironic word. "I feel so restless" describes why I can't sleep right now but it is not because I have gone without rest. In fact lately I have been overly restFULL...This quiet life in Montana recharged my all my empty batteries by the second day I was here and the rest of this time I've just been adding up energy to my stockpile. I have a HUGE stockpile of energy. Gigantic, bigger than the pink house, bigger than an airplane, bigger than a bunker or a motorcycle or a purple dinosaur or dragon. My stockpile means I have hours and hours and hours and hours hours of energy that needs a'burnin' and I looks like I'm in luck because I'm going home a city that never sleeps.  

I want to help design the most fun obstacle course with Kelci for Forage. I want it to be kid and grownup friendly fun. It will be fun because Kelci doesn't know how to create something that isn't fun. And the Holland Project only does things that are amazing. We're in good hands.

I want to plan prom. 

I want to do a portrait series of people who I love and admire in Reno. I want to take four pictures of people and ask them weird questions in an interview and then throw it up somewhere like in a book or this blog and call it "Reno Talent."

I want to write an email to my pen pal who stopped writing me, and I want to tell him that it's ok. You were my catalyst and you laughed at my jokes and it's ok you're not writing anymore because I'm not a homewrecker and neither are you. 

I want to see why the hell everyone is so stoked up on CrossFit and does it really give you six pack abs? 

I want to see my old friend and tell him some things to his face. 

I want to see my mom and go to the lake with her and the girls. And I want to take Ysabella to granite street again and eat chocolate and tell her that Girls are Smart, Girls are Tough, Girls Rule Boys Drool.

I want I want I want
God I'm so selfish. 
This is my blog where I write what I want. 
Ok, self. Fine. 

I'd also like to say that I am grateful and content with what has happened over this month here. I deeply love my grandparents and I am thankful for that love. I wonder and worry about the future for them, but I feel satisfied that I have helped them and they have helped me. We are both recharged and ready to face the world. I hope. 

Ok last ramble.
Today I went to Bozeman to visit Aunt Chris. I went to MSU where Jean and George met. I am extremely sentimental, and going back to that place where they met was a big deal for me. I looked up their old yearbooks in the stacks at the library and found 1942. Jean Collins and George Wallis were featured in a number of photographs. George was very active in all kinds of clubs. A true All American Boy. They looked beautiful, the most perfect picture of a happy couple. 67 years later here they are. It is remarkable, the endurance, the patience, the sheer will to stick together, the love it has taken for something to last that long. I wonder if I'll have the strength, endurance, patience and love to make something like this stick with a man in my future. 


This conversation is a gem: 

Me- How did you guys meet? You and grandpa?
Jean- It was at a picnic for the M Club or something. I had taken a different date there and George had come with someone else too. We were playing touch football and someone tackled me, and then that someone kissed me. 
Me- (cough) Whhhhhhaaaaatttttttttt?! haha! 
Jean- Yes! I was on the ground and my eyes were closed and when I looked up it was George.
Me- (awestruck because of the image this has produced in my head. shocked at the boldness of young George, and the sheer audacity of this kid, who hardly knows this young beautiful woman from Whitefish Mt, to just bend over and kiss her in the middle of a touch football game in 1942, while she's there with another date no less!) 
Me- Well, what did you do next?!
Jean- Well, we just stuck together for the rest of the picnic and totally ignored our dates and that's the start of this 67 year saga, I suppose. 


yeah. 
Awesome. 
I know. 
 
 


7.12.2012

girls rule, boys drool.

Also...
Amy Leggett is a goddess and gave me the nicest compliment ever about this silly blog.

"you need to write a book. Reading your blog makes me feel like my brain is being spoiled. i love you." 





I just wanted to write it down because I want to remember it always.


I'm so lucky to have so many amazing women in my life. It's hard to find good girls these days. Why? Because they all live in Reno, and they're my bffs and most of them are taken, haha suckers!  

Thirsty Thursday

Thursday. Friday. SATURDAY. HOME ON SATURDAY AHHHH @#%#^#319047se02394230597-w0e9#$%#$sdfoasjdfp09s097

I want to drive to Lake Tahoe and jump off a million rocks into ice cold water and watch my legs turn blue while my best friends drink beers on the beach and look really beachy like they belong in a magazine. I think all my friends belong in magazines because they're all so good looking. 

Case in point- here's some flashback photos of Sasquatch. 






7.09.2012

body work



Here's the post where I talk about yoga.
I'm not your average "yogi."  I'm not exactly "graceful" or "flexible" or whatever other words you think of when you think of people twisting their bodies around doing insane yoga postures...I'm the girl sweating in the back row wearing a cut off t-shirt I got in soccer camp when I was 12. Yes, it still fits. Kind of like a belly shirt though. Whatever.
Anyway, I'm strong, and determined, and stubborn. Which is the reason why I've pushed myself to go to yoga every day for the past 15 days. I hope to make it to 20 before I leave here. And I totally feel it! This practice has convinced me that yoga is for everyone. I have taken all kinds of classes over the years and I think I've found my favorite practice here at Sumits Hot Yoga Montana. But everyone is different, and I've found the joy of yoga is finding your ideal practice and sticking to it. I look forward to every class now. It's a challenge: physically, mentally and dare I say- spiritually? Yes.

I might not be able to bend around like some of these freaky women in class, but my legs are really strong. That's one thing I have going for myself, is my legs have become reallllyyyyyy strong in this process. They were already pretty strong thanks to my caveman Wallis genes and constant biking around everywhere...but now they're toned and sexi. Also, my arms have also become strong. I can do push ups, like more than one in a row. This is progress.

I'm learning about the muscles in my body. Their abilities and their weaknesses. I am more flexible than I thought. Like I really almost look like a Half Moon when we do the Half Moon pose, and I can do a badass Warrior 3. And I can lock my knees! Victory. It feels rad to walk into class every day and say "ok body, what are we going to do today?!" Some days I'm sore and tired. But on the really awesome days, I can push it. Push it real good. Like the song.

I bend and fold and move and flow and breathe breathe breathe breathe. "In and out through your nose."

You see this picture here of me doing a Standing Bow. (taken by George Wallis haha..."Hey grandpa, take a pic of me doing some yogas on the front porch." -"ok" #familybonding)  This is my favorite pose. It feels gorgeous, and while that's about as high as I can get my leg at this point- if you had asked me to do this pose 15 days ago- I could hardly align my knees and begin to bend over...This posture feels like a victory every time I do it. I love it.

"Reaching and pushing 50/50, try to get your toes to come up over your head." This is what Melissa says every day when we do this pose. You see those toes? Yes, they are coming up- overrrr my head.
Like a boss.

I moved to Montana and all I got were these stupid yoga mats. ;)