226. Coconuts of Wakefulness {LC's Journey 29}

So back to Colorado. How do I even explain this? Well, first of all, the day I arrived there, I started singing some of my songs to Sandy and she cried. And told me how amazing it was, and that felt really fucking good. The next day. Sandy. And I went onto a houseboat. her ex-husband's cousin's houseboat. On the reservoir. It was a hot July day. It was absolutely beautiful. We were telling on the houseboat. All of a sudden three guys. Come onto the houseboat, all holding guitars. I'm like, oh, cool. This is great. One of them is her ex husband, who I know from previous times together. And. They started jamming on the boat. Eventually Sandia was like, Elsie, you got to play. I'm like. All right. So they give me a guitar. We construct a keto for myself. If you don't know what a keto is, it changes the key, it squeezes all the strings on the neck of the guitar. So you can play. The same chords as you would but it changes the key for you. So I don't have to sing as low as I would have had to sing. So I play my song, my one. Song that is the song. The one that people know, the one with the lyrics, I'm going to give all my love and then some more. Which is. Where I got my, like, outro to this podcast. And they loved it. And I loved it. I forgot how necessary it is for me to play music with other people. It woke up. It sparked a light in my soul that had been dormant. For forever. Uh, suffice it to say one of the guys that was playing guitar. Said that he wanted to go to Hawaii. For like a couple of months. Naturally. I'm curious, I just got off the island of a wahoo. I love Hawaii. It was my home for seven years. So naturally being a curious. Genuinely interested person. I said, oh, Well, what are you like? Not, what do you like, what kinds of things do you want to do, but what are you like, tell me what you're like, and I'll tell you what island is going to most benefit you. That's where I was with that in my head. Everyone laughed though. Because they thought that was a great question to ask somebody that you don't know at all. Suffice it to say. I took the next week getting to know what this person was like. And had a blast. In Colorado. With my friend, Sandy. And this. Other person. Who I won't mention names. Because this is the part of my story where I started to get quiet. And stopped sharing everything with the outer world, because I was working so much on my own inner world and I just wanted to have this. For myself, not everyone needs to know everything that's going on in my life all the time. After where we were on the boat, we went up to. Uh, barn to play music. It was. remodeled into a studio. Uh, or into a stage basically. So I had. A lead guitar, a drum and a bass. And I played my music and it was fantastic. Again, it was amazing. Here I am. Bright shiny object. Being the star. What could I want more seriously? It was so fun. Next day went for a drive and a fast car to a music venue where they were actually holding a celebration of life ceremony. So we couldn't hear any music, but we have some food. And then we went and when I say we, I mean, my friend, Sandy, myself, and this other guy that I met. So we went then to a temple in the middle of nowhere in red feathers, Colorado. It was a Buddhist temple. I don't quite remember, like. The style or type of Buddhism that it was. But. That's okay. So we walked around at three times and then we went inside and we all sat and meditated for a little bit. And then we sort of. Wandered or just checked the place out. Quietly contemplative. And I must share this poem with you because it is. Pure gold. We. Heard Sandy giggling. And. We just had to find out why. So he and I walked up over to her. And she was giggling about this poem. It's called timely rain. Bye. Min Pushay and the jungles, a flaming ego, may there be a cool iceberg of Bodhicitta? On the race track of bureaucracy. May there be the walk of the elephant. May the sumptuous castle of arrogance be destroyed by Basra confidence. In the garden of gentle sanity. May you be bombarded with coconuts of wakefulness. I can't believe I was able to read that without. Going into hysterics. But seriously in the garden of gentle sanity, may you be bombarded with coconuts of wakefulness? Oh, okay. On that note. Go to buy me a coffee.com/ 1 0 0 ways. And crack me a coconut. If you would. Of wakefulness. And until next time. Until I tell you more about Colorado. I'm going to give all my love. And I'm sending it to you. And then some more. We'll talk tomorrow.