No matter where I move in the world I always seem to return home to Colorado. I just moved to California in November. I’ve lived in California shortly before. We will see how long I make it this time? I do not love it here. I tolerate it. All of California has recently moved to Colorado. They cannot drive, driving as a native of Colorado we use blinkers and don’t drive in the left hand on the highways nor do we drive 90mph everywhere. I grew up in a very small mountain town in Colorado. I spent a ton of time outdoors growing up and doing extreme sports with my family. My dad built a fire pit outside that we spent a ton of time around, it felt like nightly outside of our home. We had a hot tub room filled with salt water aquariums with massive windows that looked out at the mountains and windows to gaze at the stars at night while soaking in the Jacuzzi. We used this room and hot tub frequently for parties growing up or after skiing to help our muscles. Incredible! My grandmother choose to die on top of that hot tub. My dad drained it and built her a bed she could look at the breathtaking view of the mountains while she passed away. I miss it!
My youngest child and I recently visited my child hood home. I knocked on the door holding a poinsettia, it was Christmas time and told the woman that owned the home now ,that I grew up there and could I look around? It turned out she was a Reiki Master like me. She gave us a tour of the home and how they had changed it. It was incredible. She had worked on all the bad energy I remembered being there growing up. She had raised five children in that home. She told me I was welcome anytime. I’m so glad she is the one that bought that home after my parents sold it in 1998 and moved to Denver. My youngest child and I go back to my hometown together to go to the hot springs and eat the greatest mountain pie pizza you ever tasted frequently.
It’s funny that no matter where I live I end up outside most of the time. The reason I don’t like California is the wind. Colorado has extreme weather but when the sun is out you normally feel the warmth of it without wind. In California it might be nice and sunny but the wind. Being indoors feel like a prison to me. I have clinical depression, I sit in the sun for my vitamin D along with an anti depressant daily to stay alive. I’m typically outside if I’m not sleeping, cooking, eating or at work. My boyfriend thinks I’m crazy. It’s a mountain thing I think that will never go away. It never has no matter where we’ve lived. Lol!


The one thing I absolutely love about living in the California desert and being outside is the sunrises and sunsets. Breathtaking! I live on a three acre Joshua tree property. The noises I hear are roosters. It is very much a myth they crow at dusk. They crow all the time. One of my favorite memories is sitting on our porch listening to the choir of roosters crowing at each other from afar at midnight. I don’t hear sirens anymore. Animals are my background noises. It’s calming to me. I can see the stars again. We don’t live in rollerblading, surfing California lined with beaches and palm-tress. We live at altitude not far from Joshua tree National park . It snows where we live. We ski mostly for fun where I live. It feels a lot like my mountain town I grew up in. It is much better however because I can drink and or smoke pot as an adult. We have a small mountain crew we hang out with and love.

Life here is simple. I haven’t cooked this much at home since raising my three kids. There are no restaurants around us we like. I projectile vomited twice the last place we gave a chance. Our town is small . We are total food snobs so we cook at home. He is Italian, that’s his job is cooking us pasta galore. I’m getting fat. I recently started walking to the mailbox braving the wild dogs to get more exercise because we eat so well at home. My boyfriend handed me a stick yesterday when I left to get the mail. I laughed at him while rejecting the stick and told him I would use Reiki magic on the wild dogs because that is what I do seriously when they are near me. Seems to work.

I am at peace where we live. It’s totally different. We are farming eleven feral cats that’s our existence. My boyfriend started this collection of feral cats during the pandemic. Baby kitty is my love, he is the smallest of the new litter. We just lost his mom to a wild dog recently. I’m deathly allergic to cats so this is a perfect relationship for me. Lots of talking no touching.


Namaste