Week 1

Monday July 13

1 home garden2 Frog Buddha3 Cyn and Roy4 Cyn and Owl LizBy the skin of my teeth…I got the hell out of Reno. It took Eric’s Saturday chocolate B-Day cake and two coffees. A panic trip back to J’s VW because Roy’s stovetop was not working — Jeremiah kindly turned on the gas. And oh goodness, task/errand, task/errand, task/errand – breath, stay present, one thing at a time. Not that Reno is not a great place to be. My garden was lovely, order and peace filled my surroundings.


But heck, I was in love…Roy love that is…my newly acquired 1995 VW Eurovan camper bus. e-Bay purchase from Jackson Hole, Wy, named Roy by Clint and his family. Roy had led a pampered life, showing up looking like he was off the showroom floor. Liz the owl came with Roy, custom-made for me and named by me. Cynthia, Roy , and Liz: critical mass for launching the Summer 2015 Gypsy Tour. Theme: Follow the Love.


Tuesday July 14

First night was campout Lassen National Park. I hiked the peak Tuesday morning., something I had not done that since pre-Ted and Wes. Back then there was enough summer glacier snow pack for me and Bill to glissade most of the way down. Not a chance of that now!

5 Roy breakfast 6 Top of Lassen



A craving so strong had turned to taste, smell.

Cellular, molecular. Arising, oozing, from every pour.

An edge I was seeking to trace, follow, and go beyond.

Yes, a long time coming.

Acceptance of this body, this life. Good enough.


Point downstream and flow.

Follow the love. The gypsy tour.


Wednesday July 15

Made it to Shasta City at the base of Mt Shasta, great KOA campground with a divine shower (as in a shower, with warm water!) Tired and emotionally frayed. I was doubting myself, not yet simpatico with Roy. Little things immediately sent me into a tail spin – Roy was going to “break”, I was out in the woods without cell coverage (Sprint!), and the trip would be off. Okay, only a few times, but enough for me to realize I had some emotional work to do on jumping to conclusions, assuming the worst. My practice: breath, come to neutral, equanimity, that place of neither grasping or pushing away (aversion). Sure, easy to play-Buddha when all is simple, familiar. Boy howdy, was I ever going to learn a few things about Cyn-thi-a!

7 Shasta


A touchstone friend responding kindly to my fraying: “Many things are unfolding in their moment as time unfolds.”

Thesaurus: Unfolding (noun): A developmental process; flowering. A progression from a simple form to a more complex one. Development, evolution, evolvement, growth, progression.

My unfolding is reverse engineering, from more complex to simple.

As a member of the onion genus Allium, I am peeling away.


Thursday July 16 – Sunday July 19


8 Dexter Market9 Foxglove Lost Valley10 Mossy Forest Trees11 garden lost valley12 cabin lost valley13 Composting toliet14 white oak camp tree15 Dead PossumI had made it all the way to Dexter, OR, about 18 miles southeast of Eugene, to Lost Valley Educational Center for some serious hanging out time. Friend and board member Fred had raved to me about Lost Valley intentional community nestled in 88 acres of diverse, renewing forest at the foot of the Oregon Cascades. With about 50 F/T residents, this was a chance to get close to nature and learn about the permaculture approach of ecological design and restoration used in their gardens, meadows, forests, pond, creek and trails.

Sunday evening I am relaxed and renewed. I was in sync with Roy. I had been riding my hybrid bike up and down mossy forest roads and all around Lost Valley trails, eating delicious vegetarian meals, camping with the convenience of a composting toilet, surrounded by hens, roosters, and ducks. I’d been invited to group meditations, newly-formed choir practice, had some delightful conversations, and any number of hugs, smiles, and sense of common spirit. You know, I really like this place! Maybe they will have me back in the Spring for a 3-month permaculture internship.

Lost Valley pictures include: Dexter Market, end of season foxgloves on 6-ft spires, mossy-trees forest road, one of many LV gardens and resident cabins, composting toilet, beautiful mossy White Oak tree with Roy nearby, small (4 inches) dead possum that I moved to the side of the forest road, and beautiful family garden using old greenhouse framing for green bean lattice.

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