At the Edge, Searching for Magic
A Journey of Expansion, Surrender, and Gratitude Across 3,500 Miles.
Recently I found myself seeking the edge, searching for expansion—only to find myself crashing shortly after. I returned home two nights ago from one of those journeys. I left for Ojai on the 18th, celebrated my 30th on the 20th, and then, after running into transmission trouble, turned back home on the 24th. Accepting the end of the trip were waves of heartbreak, followed by frustration, my body shutting down closely behind mixed with feeling divinely held, and accepting surrender. Trusting that my original plan wasn’t meant for me at this time became the compass.
It wasn’t until I was home that I realized just how much I’d been living at full throttle. If there were a “living on the edge” dial, mine was cranked close to max. There’s a thrill to adventure I can’t resist—my Sun, Ascendant, and Jupiter all in Sagittarius I’m sure have something to do with that.
Camping under starry skies alongside longhorns, hiking with wild horses, meditating down 66, washing pits n bits in truck stop bathrooms, cold nights below freezing, and hot mornings in high desert sun—the trip was pure magic. I drove 3500 miles alone. Within the high I was grasping for grounding, something I’d promised myself I’d find in Ojai.