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Mis-Adventures

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I had always blown off the idea that breaking down or dealing with a broken down car could be in any way scary. I had always shrugged off my mom or my friends when they worried an ranted about how terrifying it would be to be alone and have that happen, especially because they are women. Which is what I would get the most annoyed about: women can call AAA just as easily right?
Well, turns out it is a scary experience. Driving down the highway and having your car stop dead in the middle of the night IS terrifying. Right when I talked myself through pulling over and calling who I need to call, a man pulls up behind me. At that moment, I realized WHY my friends and mother had been so concerned. I went to lock the doors and realized no power meant manual locks. I hurriedly jumped around the car interior locking the doors and jumped at the man’s knock. I thought I was in a friggin horror movie. The man leering in at me had brown teeth and the more grease stains on his shirt than I thought any piece of clothing could handle. He called me sweetheart and ask if he could tow or jump me with his beat up old truck. I hastily declined telling him I had help on the way, and after a super creepy minute, he finally left me alone.

Rescue was soon in coming, but I had had a lesson in humility that I am not soon to forget. You must recognize your strengths and faults, regardless of age, gender, or state of mind. You also must recognize and respect your vulnerabilities.

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Lessons Learned From a Finch

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Many people look at birds (namely the eagle, dove, etc.) as being living symbols of freedom and the carefree nature within. I myself have often viewed a tiny bird pecking at bread or flitting around and wished with all my being that I could inhabit that tiny body and fly away at whim to my nest with worm in beak. It all seems so simple. 

What people, including myself, ignore, is that these birds fight for their survival just like we do. They struggle to find and claim territory for food. They have to build their nests from scratch. They have to search for a mate; love, lose, and gain so to speak. They have to feed their young. 

And so, like humans, they struggle to maintain their lives and thrive. Like us, they may appear to be the happiest creatures in the world, yet behind the adorable exterior they fight for what they are. A lesson can be learned even from a finch. No matter who you are or how happy you appear, you have to work to get there. Maybe everything isn’t as easy as it appears in the people’s lives around you. You simply have to take notice, and you have to work in order to fly.

PLUR

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For those of you in the rave community, the word PLUR means a lot. Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect. The only problem is, many of those considering themselves a part of our community have no idea what those letters stand for. Perhaps some simply don’t care.

After attending several raves and small festivals that seemed to have buried any notions of PLUR, I began to lose hope in much of the EDM community. I found solace in small, underground events, thinking that perhaps only the people who had been around a while could understand where I was coming from and that the new, younger inductees to our scene had lost all Respect for our traditions.

So, understandably, I geared up for Ultra Music Festival with my kandi and costumes, but not expecting to find people wanting to share, connect, or trade at such a big and commercialized event. Chilling to the side of the crowd, beginning to feel a little put out about what I had considered to be one of the most loving, sharing, and loving scenes in existence. Having been bugged for photos all day because of my unicorn attire, when two teenage girls approached me, I braced myself for the inevitable. But, instead of bugging me for pictures for their tumblers and instagrams, they saw instead my kandi and wondered if they could add to my collection. After giving me a piece, they both turned to go, expecting none in return. I quickly grabbed them and hugged them, expressing my wish to return their gift. Little did the two of them know, they had given me a greater gift then the two wonderfully made bracelets they had made.

No matter when or where I wear my kandi, I have since kept at least one of those pieces with me as a reminder that people who love EDM for the message it brings us are everywhere, in all kinds of costumes, and can be some of the newest members of our precious community.

So, while EDM has become a more commercialized scene and kandi can be bought in stores (one of my biggest pet-peeves), the culture that we love and feel safe in remains the backbone of it all.

Keep spreading that Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect everyone. ❤

Turtle xx