Welcome to Trippy Monday’s, where I go over 3 things that caught my attention from this past week. Enjoy!
(1) I was having a conversation with one of my friends from my ayahuasca retreat, and he told me about a little ceremony he did recently with cannabis. The ceremony helped him connect to himself and the environment, which helped him feel at one with the earth. He was alone during the ceremony, yet he didn’t feel alone. He started thinking about that word, alone, and how the word is like combining the word all with one.
That kind of blew my mind for a second when he told me that thought. I’ve certainly learned during my journey that we are all connected to each other and to nature. At our core, we are all born from some mystical source of life and energy that connects us all. And for me, whenever I’m alone, I can most easily connect back to that source and feel that energy. We are all one.
(2) I have officially moved to Denver! I left Chicago on Thursday morning with the intention of driving a little more than halfway, resting, and then finishing up the rest of the drive Friday morning. I ended up just doing the whole 15-hour drive in one shot, which was exhausting, but I’m glad I did it.
It’s still kind of crazy to me that I’m living in a completely different place now. I can feel the urge to try to settle in as fast as possible to get a feel for the city and start having a normal routine. . It’s like I have somewhere to be, which I very much do not. It’s a great reminder to me that the journey is the destination. I’m not in any rush to do anything, other than what I’m doing right now. I used to get so caught up in doing things to be somewhere other than wherever I was, so it’s cool to see myself catching those old patterns creep back in and choosing to not let them control me.
At the same time, I’m making sure to give myself a lot of grace as I start this new chapter in my life. I’m going to make a fuck ton of mistakes, that’s just life. Rather than trying to not make them, I’m going to embrace them.
(3) After 2 weeks of sleeping on a couch or air mattress, I finally got to sleep in my own bed last night (my stuff didn’t arrive in Denver until yesterday even though I got here on Thursday). I’m someone who fucking loves my bed too, so I was ecstatic. This was a little reminder to myself to be grateful for the little things in life, such as having a mattress that I love and get to come home to every night.