Yes Sir Big Sur

 Cruising down Paso Robles Hwy

Cruising down Paso Robles Hwy

One, two good morning to you!

It’s about 10:30 am on this fine Monday in Culver City and I have settled into my little nook at One Roof. Every week is a little bit of a learning curve as I get comfortable within the space as it comes together and I meet the members. I managed to score a free parking spot this morning as well, woo! So yeah, I got that going for me,ha. On a more productive note, I sent out all my morning emails and now I am ready to get to writing.

I am going journal entry style this morning to share my adventure to Big Sur. Let’s begin with Friday as it leads into the Saturday's events. It started off easy with a morning hike and a little binge watching of “Get Down”, which was beyond dope if you ask me(I watched all six episodes if you must know...it was just that good okay). Although, I am fairly biased to anything Baz Luhrmann helps create because he is a genius. The night ended with some rather unfortunate news that threw my body into a full blown panic attack. I spent twenty minutes or so sitting on my bathroom floor dry heaving as my face went numb and I tried to catch my breath. I was only able to pull myself out of it as my dear friend offered her company. I don’t know what it is, but there is just something about having a familiar presence around that soothed my mind and body a little. Maybe it is because California is still so new to me and quite unfamiliar at times. I also rarely experience panic attacks so I am still learning how to properly cope when they decide to sneak up on me. 

I rose early Saturday morning feeling a little numb as I normally do after a panic attack and decided to get out of Los Angeles for the day to shake the feeling. I plugged a destination into my GPS and began my trek up the coast. As an individual who lives for road trips and experiencing new places, I pull off everywhere that I can (even if it is not totally permitted) to take in my surroundings. Let the record show, that I am EASILY fascinated. I stopped in the middle of a desert highway to capture a road that looked as if it could go on forever. I stopped to admire the velvety butterscotch hillsides which create a home around the highway as it bends and curves. I basically drove with a constant state of aw for the next few hours until I finally made my way to the coast. Holy Aunt Jemima! The first glimpse of the coast left me completely speechless. All the nonsense and worry that had taken over my mind on the trek up ceased to exist in the moments to come. Honestly, Big Sur is heaven as far as I am concerned; it is where the ocean greets the lush green forest and I would be happy to spend eternity there. I mean what more could anyone ask for? Nothing, that's what! 

 Garrapata State Beach chillin'

Garrapata State Beach chillin'

I began my journey down the coast, pit stopping at every pull off available. No joke, I continuously found myself gravitating towards the ocean's current. I climbed down the sides of cliffs to greet it as the water crashed against the rocks and dug my toes between the cold damp sand as the ocean slapped against the shore. I found a state of tranquility as I meditated down the coast line with the cool breeze brushing against my skin and filling my lungs. I was not able to stop at any of the parks due to wildfires and each park being closed. Rest easy, the trip was worth everything in the world and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

I drove through tunnels and beneath these gorgeous lush green trees where I took deep inhales of the fresh mountain air. I literally sat up on my steering wheel to gaze up above. With the day turning quickly turning into night, I made the executive decision to pull over one last time in Goleta. I rushed out of my car, ran down a dainty hill across the railroad tracks and stopped at the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean (yeah, that's right. I did not trip, stumble or fall...down the cliff and plummet to my death, ha. I love you mom & dad). I took a deep inhale, closed my eyes for a bit and fully submerged myself into the moment. This impromptu solo trip was exactly what the doctor had ordered and I was not ready for it to end. So, I lingered for a while as the sun slid beneath the ocean and then returned to the GeeWizard(my bad ass whip aka my 2007 Honda Civic). I continued my journey down Highway One to Los Angeles in darkness with Ziggy Alberts playing in the background. I took this time to reflect on the day's events and to think about all the issues that had arisen within the past month. I made peace with most and created action plans for others. At the end of it all, I remembered the ever so wise advice given by Ketut, my healer in Ubud, and I felt light again.

 My final stop in Goleta, California.

My final stop in Goleta, California.

I eventually had to change the mood in the car because I felt myself getting tired. I bumped up the tunes and threw in a few wicked sweet dance moves to keep me awake. Whitney Houston on repeat is a damn fine choice and I hit those high notes effortlessly and off tune until I pulled off at my exit.

Dauphine greeted me as I walked into the house with little barks/yips and lots of kisses. She followed me around the house; I couldn't even go to the bathroom without her pawing at my thighs and trying to jump on my lap. I strolled into the kitchen to cook dinner before heading upstairs to take a hot shower and get ready for bed. I sunk into my mattress with DauDau curled up by my side, watched a few episodes of Scrubs and fell into a deep slumber. 

A few little things before I go, road trips and submerging oneself into nature is the best form of therapy. I always return home feeling re-energized, refreshed and inspired. I am eternally grateful for these moments kids. Maybe I should take a lesson Henry David Thoreau's book and write my own version of Walden, haha. Anyways, keep on keepin' on! 

Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden