And On We Go
Hello, traveling companions! Cure here. Back with the second installment of my four part Crealitation success story. Today’s blog focuses on my third trip to the Art Farm, and the essential role it plays in living the life I love.
As you may know from my earlier writings, Cassidy A. Maze has been instructing me in the art of creating my own reality, or “Crealitation,” for nearly four years. I have had the excellent fortune to also become her friend during that time, along with working as needed as part of her team. These events led me to taking a leap of faith nearly a year ago – leaving my job to pursue my dream life. A substantial component of that dream is writing and recording songs. The songs tell a story that has been developing in my head for over five years. A story about a location where we gather as we awaken.
The more time I spend with Maze, the more my life reflects what matters most to me. Seeing this unfold into my daily life seems almost miraculous, but, in fact, it is just a matter of understanding how the Universe, which we refer to as the “University,” works. She is an extraordinary coach. The thought of being in her company, not to mention seeing JRB and spending time with Louise, fills me with energy on the 1,500 mile trip to upstate New York from South Dakota. Rather than being exhausted by the drive, I am energized as I near my home-away-from-home once again.
Upon arrival, I am elated by the curious greeting I receive. After pulling into the Art Farm driveway, before I can even unfasten my seat belt, Roger walks around the car to greet me. He is armed with a rifle bearing a flashlight taped to the barrel. Although we have not spoken in over three months, he enters conversation with me as if continuing a thought we were sharing only moments ago. I love the ease with which we resume communication.
He describes how a beaver dam is endangering the pond in which Maze, Louise and I swam during the summer. The dam is creating a flood hazard for a substantial portion of their property. I have caught him in the middle of taking care of business.
But for now we go inside together and greet Maze. We catch up a bit, then agree to call it a night given the late hour. We head down to the cottage that was my home for nearly two weeks in July and August. I carry my bag in, and immediately am flooded with warm memories. Maze asks if I would like to meet her horse “Freedom” in the morning. I respond that I would be glad to join her. We say goodnight.
Before leaving, Maze asks if I would like a “professor” with me in the cottage. Professors in this case refer to the insightful beings who have so much to teach us, but in this life, have chosen to appear as non-humans. On my last two trips, professor Tundra, Maze’s wonderful white cat, was my nighttime companion. I accept the generous offer, but agree to have her beautiful dog Willow be my animal guide this time. She joins us in the cottage and is a perfect friend and instructor during each night of my stay.
In the cottage, Maze has kindly established an area I can use for my Crealitation Station while at the Art Farm. I unpack my personal items – my tarot deck and ‘rock of gratitude’ – and add them to the candle and medicine she has provided. Prepared for my morning to start off right, meditating in my station like I do nearly everyday at home, I fall into a great night’s sleep.
The next morning starts with meditation, then up to the house for coffee with Maze and Roger. A quick cup and a bite to eat, then she and I are off to tend to her horse. She has chosen “Freedom” to be her horse’s name. I smile at her great choice. I have ridden a horse a few times in my life, but have never taken care of one, so the days activities would be a remarkable introduction to taking care of this beautiful traveling companion, cleverly disguised as another species.
From the horse stable we travel to Louise’s school to drop off a water bottle. I am deeply warmed by her glance of recognition and smile. I look forward to our time together. Recently Maze asked if I would be Louise’s godfather. I was deeply honored. I already recognize Maze as my sol sister and dear friend, and think of JRB as a brother, so the request made me feel even more a part of the family. Beyond that, Louise and I have a great connection, and “godfather” may be the best way to describe it.
“Little guru,” as Maze often calls her, is a great teacher for me too, peeling back decades of time to reveal the world through the authentic vision of a child.
Over the next couple days, Louise would be fighting a fever, but with a great attitude and a drive to be healthy that adults simply cannot match. I store thoughts of her courage and relentless spirit for future meditation. I know there this is a lesson unfolding for me Here. Louise’s down time gives us a chance to watch, Because of Winn Dixie, a wonderful movie Maze brought home. We also have time to play Chutes and Ladders, and another game of Louise’s own design, flying her paper airplane through doorways. You earn points for how far the flight takes you, its velocity, and extra points by landing the plane in the dog’s water dish, or having it swoop majestically around the island in the kitchen. This time is sheer joy for me.
I could go on and on. My stories from a few days at the Art Farm also include discussions with Roger -- ranging from the water heater in the cabin to issues inherent in preparing the property for a horse – the wonderful opportunity to prepare our evening meals; and Willow finding a mouse. Through this all, Maze draws a thread of what I am learning. We are in regular conversation about the logistics for the upcoming recording sessions -- from agreements to budgets to schedules. We talk politics and how we are both reeling from the results of the election only a few days earlier. We talk about an artist community in the future, and the current sustainability of my dream. And we talk about how all of this is the University unfolding exactly as it should. We do not always understand, but we continue our studies. They can be an incredibly deep dives or basic as a breath, but it is all part of living the life you love.
Before leaving I will join her for one more morning at the stables, then it’s off to Old Soul Studios to finish at least four of my songs. I hand my sol-sister a Thank You note before leaving, but realize there are no words for the gratitude I feel for her place in my life.
Next week, installment number three reviews the Crealitation that is my recording sessions. Until then, love Now, traveling companions.