Before I get to the cute animals, this is a mini update on my trip to Oceanside and the surfing museum. I explore surfing as an extention of the “wave” spiritual metaphore, to resolve how we seemingly have so much and so little control over our destiny.
OK, safari park time! 🐘🐅🦏🦍
uphill–
just look autistic–
stewardship–
This is the old video I referenced, elephant metaphore is at ~37:25
headphones on–
loitering–
luxury outdoor bathroom—
pain training—
personal bubble–
death by a thousand shame wounds–
I screen recorded cus the embed wasn’t working, but amber’s IG is [here]
if you want it come and get it–
(don’t think I’ll end up double posting like I mentioned, but.)
(bonus post zoo musing, sent to laura) press F to doubt “5’10”—
Lastly, tommorow is showtime! 🎤✨️ It’s probably only fair that I do some good luck manifesting as I always do for danny. I’m at my aunt’s house so I could probably even light a witchy prayer candle. Should I get one that’s orange scented, for Florida and California combined? Orange is also the sacral chakra color, the center of intuitive creativity. That spontaneous flowstate creative energy is the bedrock of improv, I think, so that could help a lot. Maybe also something yellow, sunny, for the solar plexus chakra and again the two sunny coasts. Give those boys a sprinkle of extra confidence, and watch them surf that comedic wave like it’s breathing. 🌊☀️🍊
edit: I almost forgot to include this! When I was at the zoo, I pretty much just had one song on repeat, and it was this relatively new track by The Strike. The title hits different on May 22, and I certainly write like I have no time to waste! ❤
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