What I won't do for a thrill or because I'm bored. The Mt. Shasta trip was quite thrilling in that the drive to the mountain on the main highway was really a roller coaster ride around massive trucks. My palms were sweating. I think I was having a panic attack, but I had to keep driving. There were no turn-outs except those to get to different roads off the main track. What a relief it was to finally get there, close to darkness setting in.
It was difficult to see the mountain the second day because it was surrounded by smoke from all the fires that Northern California experienced all summer. But the presence of the mountain could most definitely be felt. When I meditated, I felt some energy in my solar plexus (the third chakra) that I hadn't felt before. The energy was empowering. I was so glad to receive it because I didn't sleep well any of the nights we were there. I wish I could remember those dreams I had, because I was very close to the waking state while sleeping.
We met someone who lived nearby who had lived in San Francisco for many years but had been up in Shasta for a couple of years. I think he moved with his girlfriend but now he was living alone. He was asking about the flyers we had put up around the town and the area of the house for a missing macaw. My friends' bird flew up twenty plus feet into a tree the first night we were there. We could hear him in the trees below the house but couldn't see him. Miraculously he flew back to the house the next day after we left. What a miracle. He was famished and ate for hours. He also was making sounds he hadn't made before: growling, hissing, etc.
At the movie theatre the other night there were a few people hissing--politely! There must have been about 20 of us in a huge theatre that holds 150 people. It was a Monday night. The film we came to see was THE SISTERHOOD...2. My friend was the one who wanted to see it. She saw the first one; I hadn't. Now I try to support films that feature women and their stories. There are far too many crime scenes and war films out there starring, of course, men.
THE SISTERHOOD...2 and the pants was a bit too far-fetched. Even the sister of one of the characters explained that she had always been kept out of the pants group...the old high school clique, as it were. I'm not saying that "sisterhood" is a bad thing, but it could be more inclusive. Perhaps women in a group (like, for example, THE JANE AUSTEN BOOK CLUB) could have more of a reason to become close and establish friendship beyond clothing-- like pants...blue jeans, for that matter.
More specifically, if a rich person gets into art school it's still kind of a joke. The life drawings done by one of the characters who is studying at Rhode Island School of Design were almost like stick figures. And the character who goes on an archeological dig has to be immature enough to go into the area where danger signs/no entrance are posted everywhere. And the filmmaker is getting information for working on her script by being somewhat punkish and dismissive to the customers. Maybe this film should be re-named THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELLING POSE.
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