Saturday, April 12, 2008

Clinging Fire



The brilliant sky keeps me company this glorious morning. Alaska is my joy right now. Discovering the wide, open, wildness is fullfilling. I have dark days when I want to run away, but I've got no place in mind to run to. I don't have any desire to be in Portland right now. That may change down the road, but Alaska is it for me. I've been saying that I will give it a year. Through my work, prayer, and study, I'm gaining strength and finding ways to detach. I struggle for no reason sometimes, but perhaps it's the human condition. I can't rush this stuff. I've been meditating on the Mandala because it's my portal to the unconcious mind. Deep in my psyche there dwells someting that I've forgotten. That's why I'm here. I move closer to my purpose and the answer I've been searching for. It's beautiful to me, but so difficult to stay in balance. That's why my practice (yoga) is like a womb of health and calm. I love that I can surrender with asanas.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Objective Thinking




Yoga is speaking to me. It's keeping me sane during this challenging time. I can see clearly and it hurts. I will write more soon.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

April Fool 2008



It's all happening and I'm incredibly fortunate to be in Alaska. I'm the April Fool, but I don't mind. I continue to be humbled every day. I follow my heart, and explore the subconcious terrain of the journey, where there's no road map. I study the aspects of the stars, research the archetypes, paint mandalas, practice beautiful asanas over and over, perfect my hand stand and pray. It's beautiful really. I'm transforming the humorist/healer that has always been inside me, into the Alaskan, circular, flow, fantastic! I cooked an incredible dinner for my Anchorage family tonight, and now I listen to the radio where I'm connected to the highest part of the Universe. Thank you John Trudell.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Rosemond Post Not Jimmy 'Henchman' Rosemond



No, I'm not the Rosemond who murdered Tupac with P. Diddy. But I am the Robin Rosemond Shaman, Power, Priestess who kicks ass and can now do a hand stand. Alaska brings out the best in me. I'm driving up the Al-Can in May, so come back and check out The Rosemond Post for travel, humor, tips and all the bounty that the Universe provides!

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter Sunday 2008 is Great!



Happy Easter! I'm cresendo. I'm the peak. I'm happy. The egg, the fool, and childlike wonder. Even when life exceeds your dreams, it's bitter, sweet. The taste of true love, and the time it takes to understand how deep it goes, is difficult. I shine with my loved ones. We play hard. It's like a roller coaster, and I find that there's not much peace in erotic, sexuality. It's like bathing in fire, and bubbling over. I certainly wouldn't trade the heat of passion, for a tepid relationship with no spice. I know I walk this path alone, but from time to time, I hold the hand of another warrior, and we mix like a perfect cocktail. The beauty of a new beginning. The sweetest words are the simplist. Weak in my knees, you ask me to stand before you. I do just what you say, and feel naked, even with my clothes on. I continue to tell the truth and be the innocent. There's no gile, just love. Love that's survived, and now explodes between us. It's clear how dear we are to each other. I have no answers, but I believe this is a healing, madness. Like a spring sacrifice, burning at the altar of pure love. "This is it. This is it. You got a lot of hopes but they ain't worth a shit. This is it. This is it, and it ain't so bad ya know. Why can't you see? Why can't you hear? The sounds and the sights that are so dear. It ain't over here and it ain't over there, just stay where you are cause it's every where. Don't matter if you do. Don't matter if you don't. Same if you do. Same if you don't. Gotta be a little blind in order to see, there ain't no you and there ain't no me. This is it!" (Willi Cripps)

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Equinox



Spring! I begin again. I step into my boat, and float by the light of the moon.





The unconscious is alluring and I wander, led by my heart. A leap of faith takes me. I'm better, and I get what I want. I'm fulfilled in this story. This incredible life is mine, and there's no way I can be forlorn one minute longer. That has ended completely.