Re-stitching

On the weekend we camped at a holiday park for a couple of nights. It was part of a retreat organised by my partner's 'church group' (their Facebook group description reads: "A gathering of same-sex attracted Christian, Post-Christian, Not-Christian-but-not-opposed and etc. Womyn - for social, spiritual, educational, meaningful, nutritional, conversational and "otheral" stuff.").

So they're a pretty open and inclusive bunch, and calling them a 'church group' doesn't really seem to fit, but I don't know what else to call them. Whilst not being hugely religious these days (I've always identified more as 'spiritual' as I became more my own person) I decided to go with her as I'm friends with some of the others, and we both needed another short time-away.

A bonus was that the rural area was close to an old friend's area, and we were able to catch up with her for lunch in the nearby township. My friend occasionally can be reclusive and it meant a lot that she made the effort to meet with us. I love her and miss her often, and I hope to make our catch-ups more frequent after a couple years of 'estrangement'.
I managed to meet with another long lost friend after camping, and I'll touch on that later.

After lunch we walked around the small town and spoke with some of the local shopkeepers. Our favourite was perhaps a new age store offering readings, healings, crystals etc. It was the kind of store that I (ashamedly) would ridicule whilst I was a blind, over-zealous, religious teenager.

As I grew older and slowly began living my own life and making my own thoughts and belief-systems, I was fortunate enough to meet some wonderful people who opened my eyes to a more spiritual and holistic way of thinking. This is where my 'spiritual' identity was born, although in the recent past as I've struggled with these various mental barriers noted in this blog, I admit that my soul needs a refresher. I wish I could keep on studying Complementary Health on the other side of the city, the staff there were pretty in-tune and I liked their approach of the mind, body and soul being interlinked. Perhaps one day when I can commit to on-campus learning again, I will pick it up.
I also think this is why I like my psychologist and chiropractors - folks who understand energies and that I am sensitive to them.

Anyway I digress as usual...

It was a lovely store, and the ladies there were lovely and nearly made me cry a couple times with their kindness and intuition. We bought some gemstones (2 or 3 each) and my partner also picked up some spirit cards which sound nice too: I'm looking forward to flicking through them.

It got me thinking about stones again and how I haven't really picked up any of mine for some time (excluding when I put them on my windowsill amongst my piratey things which would have charged them nicely, but it wasn't really 'using' them). I remembered I had maybe 4 at home on my bookshelf.

When we got home from campy times I set about looking up how to cleanse our new stones of their energies (since folks handling them instore would leave residual energy. We were advised to hold them under running water) and thought I should do the same for the few I knew I still had.

After refreshing my memory from Crystal Gems I decided I would gather my old stones and do a deep cleanse in saltwater before rinsing in the running water and smudging, since I knew I had a couple stones somewhere and they'd been on a shelf for a long time.

I went around my study collecting my stones and found out that I actually have 14 in total!
So between my own buying, and giftage from 3 of my aforementioned in-tune friends, over the last 10years I actually have acquired a heap more than I thought!

Now to go about the task of re-learning what each stone is. I wanted to re-centre, but first I need to re-educate.

This is kinda a testament as to how by-the-wayside I've left my focus on spirit and soul. I've been so concentrated on the mind and occasionally the body that I've forgotten the importance of the whole package.

Even the fact that I was laying in a tent listening to the wind and the birds, warm with my partner beside me, I felt myself loosen and my chest a little less tight.

I've been feeling nostalgic for how things were within me in the past - whilst acknowledging my rose-coloured-glasses-memory could be working against me here. That said, I've been making an effort to make contact with some old friends again. Mostly those who don't have/use social-media often.

The morning we packed up the tent, we drove back into the city to meet with another friend whom I hadn't seen in quite a few years (2 rekindles in 2 days - booyeah!) and it was one of those wonderful moments where the time hasn't diluted your dynamic.

I feel like I'm very slowly re-stitching torn pieces of my tapestry back together.

Ye Olde Campy Weekend

This past weekend was pretty fun. It was a good time away from it all, doing something different, and good for everyone's soul and mental health.

The Medieval Fair was on in a town about 30-40mins away from the city and up in the hills, and a couple of friends invited us to join them. Regulars to the fair for several years now, they camp every year at a nearby park on a powered site near the river.

My partner had never camped out before meeting me, and on our first anniversary I took her to a Scout campgrounds (mostly I wanted to use the cool obstacle course equipment there as a bonus adventure, but on the weekend we went it was covered in Scouts doing their activities - naturally - and we had to miss out). It was hardly roughing it - there was an undercover shelter with barbeques and sinks and we were the only tent there, so we set up near this and the adjoining toilet/shower block.
Still, it was something to ease her into the experience and she enjoyed herself (despite learning the hard and confronting way what a koala sounds like grunting away into the night).

This weekend was still less hardcore than true camping, but it was a next step up, and we were due for another outdoor adventure since the first anniversary was about 18months ago.

I made the mistake of doing half the organising and assuming my list of written and verbal instructions for the other half would be followed correctly. Next time I think I'll just suck it up and do it all myself, hehe.
I guess I was asking a lot from someone who has never really needed these skills before, but some common sense would have saved us some bother (that's 'a-whole-nother' rant).
But still, nothing too drastic. We were dry, we were fed, we were (mostly) warm.

I'm running the risk of just writing a recount of the weekend when I don't really want to do that. I just want to sit and reflect about some things from the trip. I don't really have an ending to this post, either. So here is my list of things, in no particular order.

• Sitting by the open campfire, cooking delicious things in stages so that the evening was a string of good company and conversation - punctuated by many small courses of tasty campfire treats like baked potatoes, corn on the cob, cheese and crackers, banana boats, and of course toasted marshmallows.
• Drinking from my water bottle, crisp and cool and refreshing yet never once being in a fridge. The Autumn air was plenty to keep our drinks at the perfect temperature.
• Sitting in the clearing weather and taking in the natural beauty, especially the turning deciduous leaves. The hillside was awash with damp, shining yellows, oranges and reds.
• Even though we were on a powered site, I made sure to set up the tent so that we weren't right beside the outlet. While this did mean borrowing an extra extension cord because mine was jusssst too short to reach the tent for the air mattress pump, it meant that things like phones and too much artificial light (or other non-essentials) were used minimally. I hung a lantern from the top of the tent and phones took turns being charged in the weatherproof box that surrounded the power outlet. This mix of not-readily-available-charge plus not-overly-reliable-network-coverage meant that phones were only really used to take photos, or whilst at the Fair and we were arranging meeting places/times etc. Bottom line: vacant staring into the screen of a phone was drastically reduced.
• Laughing at something random with a friend, and neither of us remembering the next day what started it. All I remember is that something was said, we agreed and fistbumped on the matter, then giggled. What followed next was an avalanche of increasing laughter, until we were only laughing because we had been laughing. It was a good feeling, and my partner said the next morning that it was good to see me laugh like that; she hasn't seen/heard me laugh like that for a while. I paused and thought for a moment before answering "I haven't."
• All the wonderful costumes and setups at the Fair. I haven't properly been before (the brief visit with my brother when I was 16 at the end of the last day when folks were packing up, and I'm told it was a much smaller and less impressive affair, doesn't count). I also bumped in to a few people from my old job as some them were presenting on the battle field, so it was good to briefly exchange words and hugs.
• My last minute decision to purchase rainboots. They are pretty and bright and obnoxiously-coloured and they meant that I fearlessly strode over the mushy terrain at both the Fair and the campground after the rain in the days leading up. I got my partner a pair too and due to the limited choice (albeit bigger than I was expecting) at the local department store, we now have matching rainboots. Can't decide if that's cute or not.
• Purchases at the Fair: we were rather sensible and only really bought food/drink for our lunch and two affordable splurges/souvenirs. A beautiful medieval dress that my girl looks absolutely enchanting in, and a pewter brooch of two Scottish thistles that I now proudly wear on my coat.
• Seeing my partner having a good time despite the few hiccups we encountered, and just overcoming challenges in general. We made a few n00b mistakes in our camping prep (or lack thereof) but were thankfully not completely roughing it survivalist-mode so we could either find solutions by either inventing/adjusting something, borrowing something, or returning to town and buying something. Whilst challenging at the time, and my brain telling me that the more seasoned campers were probably chuckling "ha! rookie mistake!!" at us, I walked away feeling like I learned something. My prep list has already grown since being home.
  Also, successfully erecting a couple of tents, especially one you're unfamiliar with, when the sun has already set does give one a feeling of accomplishment. I also made a makeshift rainfly using a tarpaulin and bungee cords for my tent, so that was something else I'm proud of.
• Enjoying a warm homecooked meal when we emerged from the hills, thanks to our friend's family inviting us over at the journey's (almost) end. Whilst I can't say that we didn't eat well over the weekend (the Fair had wonderful spit roasts and cobs of corn and soup in bread rolls and meat pies and lamb shanks and even an evening feast for those who wanted to join - plus our own meals at the camps), that was the tastiest meal of the trip... simply due to the kindness of the invitation, the warmth of both the food and the people offering it, and the exhaustion that was slowly taking me over would mean preparing dinner when I got home was not an option.
• The stars. Only 30mins away from the urban lights and you already see so much more than in the suburbs. I love country stars. If I could camp in a clear roofed tent at times I would literally be a happy camper.

Our friends were happy to see that we had enjoyed ourselves so much and have invited us to join them on another trip. So I guess that means stay tuned for another camping ramble. Much like my bicycle posts, it may just be a shortlived appearance in my blogging habits, just to say 'hey I tried this new-ish thing, or new to me for the first time in many years, and here's what happened and here's how I got better'.

Yeah, like I said. I have no ending.
My hair smells like woodsmoke because I lit my backyard's firedrum this evening and I'm in a sleeping bag sitting on my couch. I think I just needed to finish processing my good weekend of camp times.