Big thanks to everyone who came through for First Friday @oaklandartmurmur last night! We had a sweet time hanging @the.moon.collective with y’all! Next up: taking a studio break before tomorrow’s show to go Christmas tree hunting.
Are you thinking about the new year? I am. I think about how each and every day can be the beginning of a new year or a new season in life if we so choose. Winter is the season for turning inward; the season of quiet contemplation, regeneration, and renewal. It's natural to think about it now, but I don't believe in the idea of being bound to the arbitrary date of January first on the Gregorian calendar. Just sayin'.
Woke up before the sunrise so we can hike Angel's Landing without the crowds. Going up was pretty quiet. Coming down was insane. I'm really afraid of heights so I wanted to do this in order to challenge myself. The hike itself isn't too challenging but there's definitely parts where if you're not sure footed you could fall 1000ft.
This is the hill next to our yurt. Within the last months three young donkeys died because of parasites that got detected too late. These were my first conscious encounters with dying beings & death.
It was tough to witness them die. They were just too young and weak to persist the parasites and literally faded away.
Their dead bodies were carried to the neighbouring hill, so the vultures would take care of them.
These vultures are majestic and somehow scary creatures — messengers of death. I love observing their flight — circling, floating over the land.
I walked up that hill ceveral times to visit the dead bodies. The first time I was scared to come close.
Now it still feels somewhat uncanny, yet there is a very peaceful energy up on this hill, I like to dwell in.
Many spiritual teachers say that behind all fear, eventually lies the fear of death.
Intellectually I can grasp this idea, yet I believe, I don't feel scared of death. I don't know what it feels like, so how can I be afraid of it? Life seems so much more terrifying to me ...