Saturday, July 31, 2010

Surviving SoCal = Finding Trees

Our ostensible “excuse” for this trip out west was my attendance at a Contemporary Women Writer’s Conference, taking place in San Diego, CA. We were fully exhausted when we arrived in the city, at 12:30AM. Jess, thankfully, drove through the day and night in Southern AZ to get us there in time for me to see the opening lecture the next morning at 9:30AM. We stayed at a great bedroom in a cozy condo in central San Diego with our wonderful host named Lydia, who rents her extra room on a great website that we also host on, called www.airbnb.com. Lydia is a photographer and collector, and her home was a museological wonder filled with strange 1950s kitsch, antique toys, and goth/japanimation-like dark-eyed paintings of fantasy children. Our host had a great laugh and told terrific jokes when Jess and I experienced our first 5.4 earthquake in Lydia’s living room. Not to be overdramatic, but my knuckles became white and I felt like I was shaking for weeks afterward. Unfortunate earthquake nightmares and vertigo ensued. Take care sensitive Midwestern tourists! Come prepared for these West Coast tremors! After a slightly stressful week working on conference papers and navigating the city post-land-jitters, Lydia and her boyfriend Larry took us out to Torrey Pines State Forest and beach, where we walked along the shore, getting wet from the rising tide. As the sun set we came back to the car to find dolphins swimming at the beach, jumping the waves and beckoning us into the Pacific – our first and best introduction to the western ocean. That beautiful evening, paired with great food at Taste of Thai, and homemade tofu scramble the next morning, brought us a sunny and pleasant conclusion to our stay in San Diego.

Driving in Los Angeles was not as desperate an experience as we first imagined. All those weeks watching the L Word gave us an irrational image of LA lesbians stuck in traffic – okay, we really were stuck in traffic, but only for 30 minutes, and Jess was driving the whole time. Not a big surprise! On our way up to LA we stopped at Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship Meditation Garden in Encinitas, that looks out over the cliffs into the sea. We were extremely happy to drive up a windy hillside street to our Silver Lake home for the weekend, where we stayed with my semi-relative/new-friend Kat. Kat’s taste in everything (food, furniture, art) is immaculate, and her home was a beautiful and eclectic mix of mid-century modern and California/Buddhist décor. We spent Saturday evening with my friend Ben and his GF, sharing an amazing dinner at Local and then going for a drink at a gay piano bar called The Other Side where I saw more 70+ year old gay men in one location than ever before. This was a literally hidden in the wall location that had a tangible aura of pre-Stonewall secrecy. Sunday we had a great morning feasting at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market, which continued on to dinner, after an afternoon hike to the Observatory à la Rebel without a Cause. Dining on a scrumptious grilled menu of salmon, veggies (green onions) and peach/plum pie, we watched the smog-filled sunset with Kat and her bff Margaux. Thanks Kat!


Encinitas

Torrey Pines

Pacific

Finding Oases in Sedona

Friends, its been a while since I sat down to write. We've been so busy traveling and visiting friends that it seems that webpost writing has gone to the wayside. But now we're going to be updating you each day with a new story about our adventures over the past three weeks.

Although, many parts of Arizona are teeming with folks who seem oblivious to the realities of environmental cohabitation and balance, Sedona seems to be an exception. After leaving the Navajo reservation we headed west back on i-40 and picked up state road 89A that took us down about 2,000 feet through an amazing canyon of Ponderosa Pines. The road curves alongside Oak Creek, a creek that seems more like a small river. After not seeing water for a week, the reality of this little flowing brook struck us as a small miracle, and we can only imagine how earlier peoples might have paid care and attention to this waterway. Sedona, not surprisingly, sits at the valley floor, and is surrounded by the Red Rock Mesas for which it is so famously known. As we drove through, we continued to repeat over and over: "I think this may be the most beautiful place we've seen so far." This meeting place of water, sandstone mesa, pine and sun must be partly responsible for the sacredness of this landscape, where many have traveled to find solace and to create new spiritual communities, one of whom were the Anasazi, another the mid-20th century New Age pilgrims.

We were greeted with warmth and welcome when we arrived at the home of David Sunfellow who lives, I kid you not, on Disney Way, the street where Walt Disney drew up his first plans for Disney Land. I've never been a huge fan of Disney, at least in my adolescent and adult lives, but it seems interesting to think about how presumably the place he lived in might have influenced his fantastical creation of another world. Once we entered his home, David sat us down and gave us his full attention, asking us questions that were unusually perceptive and gave us his time and patience as we talked through the previous couple days of experiences with him. David's story of moving to Sedona with his young family was surprising and illuminative of the draw of that landscape, and his work as a photographer and social media developer is worth checking out.

After taking a private hike through some ruins in Northern Arizona that morning, we arrived to David's home in the late afternoon still humming from our experiences there. David helped us continue following whatever called us forth in Sedona, and gave us insight into the history of the New Age community in the area. Some may rightly see the town's new age presence as recently commodified and outlandish, but if you try to peer under the surface of things, beyond the kitsch UFO videos and psychic readers, I believe you can find a uniquely powerful spiritual presence. If you find yourselves there, one place to check out that seems to mix kitsch and authenticity is Chocola Tree.

I learned in Sedona that personal intuition and inner guidance can be more compelling and effective than outside mediated "spiritual experiences" or tours. For example, we had no money and not really the time to attend a vortex tour or other such touristic experiences, so we were happily forced to take on the space on our own time and with our own set of intentions. The lack of resources actually provided the opportunity for us to utilize our intuitions, a perceptual instrument that is often shadowed by more tangible senses like sight and sound. We found ourselves, not surprisingly, at Cathedral Rock, pictured below, which was less than a mile from David's home, filled with both tourists and locals swimming in the 90 degree heat. We had an amazing experience there, finding powerful energetic sites that seemed created uniquely for us - sites which could not be mapped or highlighted for us by others. I say this partly aware of the fact that I may be focusing too much on essence here, speaking of the fact that I had to avoid the crowds and markets in order to get to the authentic reality. We don't really believe in essential truth, essential divinity, or essential bodies today; however, essence can be experienced in fleeting embodied moments, where you are there and not there, with the moment and also distanced from it. If you have had moments of transcendence, its impossible, in my opinion, to completely discount the presence of an unmediated spiritual or energetic reality. If we were pilgrims, in the true sense of the term, there was no altar or relic on which to focus; rather, we had to create our own object or site on which to meditate and find solace. This was a creative and collaborative activity.

The Oxford English Dictionary defines Oasis as: " 1) Originally: a fertile place in the Libyan desert. Now: any fertile spot in a desert, where water can be found. Also (in extended use): an area supporting luxuriant plant growth; a piece of productive land in an otherwise unproductive area. 2) A place or period of calm or pleasure in the midst of a difficult or hectic situation; a place of relief, a refuge." Derived from the Greek term, used by Herodotus presumably in his Histories, oasis may be a concept that is particularly useful for us to meditate on in this dramatically changing environment we find ourselves in. Thinking back to images of oases in the Bible or the Koran, the desire for finding fertile and aqueous land in the middle of the desert appears transtemporal and transpatial. And yet, now, more than ever, I would like to think of us, as a global community, doing similar work as the men and women of the ancients: seeking out productive, fertile, and pleasurable places that can support dynamic ecological growth, in the midst of a hectic and damaged world.


Snugs Family

Jess and David

Jess in a Tree (more to come of this genre)

At the water

Cathedral Rock