Desert Strip on the Fifth demension

Upon our arrival at the Black Oak Ranch in Laytonville, Ca I had nearly mastered the restart and non-stall that every elementary clutch driver must experience. The Chinook wagon rumbled into the newly furnished Gaia Festival with dust clouds insulting parking volunteers and friendly greetings with Rastafarian Wailers. We set-up our Healing Massage canopies on top of a hill neighboring The Matrix energy consultation booth and just past them, there were the savvy palm leaf hat sculpting duo with a cat. When we assembled my tent, a cloud of playa infiltrated our nostrils. Apparently, I hadn’t unpaked it since Burning Man 2006. We must have let some playa fearies loose, too. Because so much of the weekend was reminiscent of the Black Rock desert for me. Including our spot on the Medicine Wheel village. We were perched atop a dry hillside with full sun all day long. The people at Gaia had gotten something wrong, and did not supply us with power, so we generated our own by reiki light and our neighbors hung glow sticks to attract attention. We were positioned across from the Dome, where fascinating talks took place about the wonders of seaweed healing, lymph flow, music (like Melissa Crabtree) and dream walking with Stargazer Li. At first, our Healing Massage was the best kept secret, and most people meandered to the $2 per minute booth with not a single tapestry, a busier intersection, and a lineup of massage tables. However, by the time the event was through, we had people lounging in our chill space, reading crystal books and medicine cards, seeking celestial advice, and breathing through deep bodywork. Another success in our small lineage of festivals. The Healing Massage Toure is evolving well. Now that I know how to drive a clutch, no telling where Florence and I will go!

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Time out of time

I arrived home late from working one of my numerous odd jobs. Christina was resting on my couch and my Puppy was in her usual uproar that I was home. She is a descendent of the dingo clan, and jumps enthusiastically at the slightest excitement. Our plan was to take the Chinook for an oil change. I am still getting the hang of driving a stick shift, and so Christina had agreed to chaperone me after we divvy up the booth. We are both destined separate directions this week, which I think is a bit of a reality check. After spending much time synching up in the small crawl space of the Chinook, spending an entire week apart was not something we anticipated when we made these plans. And while we are completely excited about the prospects and the people we are working with this coming week, there is a slight undertone to our mutual admiration for one another so often refereed to as camaraderie. So, after admiring Christina’s handywork on a new banner, covering our ears to the incipient crystalline bark of my puppy, and then meandering past an old abandoned mining tunnel on Deer Creek, we decided to just hang loose and worry about the Chinook and oil another day.

~Tamaura

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Collaborative Transitions

Throughout the last two summers, multiple homesteads, and an ever-evolving traveling booth, Christina and I are forming a unique bond. Like all partnerships, we are discovering ways to improve our respect for one another, and better understand each others needs. Now that we are on the road most of the week, we are finding a synchronicity that is both magical and convenient. We are building a balance of care for one another, as well as a network of opportunity. Perhaps this is why I have a feeling of apprehensiveness regarding the coming toure. I have become comfortable with the balance Christina and I are creating. However, this coming week will be a test of our expansion from partnership to collaboration. Christina will be traveling to Truckee with a fill-in masseuse, and I will be heading to Mendocino for Gaia Festival with Stephenie. Two Healing Massage booths in multiple locations simultaneously? We must be crazy ❤

~TamAura

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Mountainside Toure

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It was at the completion of our participation with the Best of Shasta Conference on Saturday, that we received an enthusiastic, yet foreign, phone call. We discovered we had just booked ourselves a very profitable venue with a large group of Japanese tourists. We had 40 minutes to pack up our booth and travel the 20 minutes to McCloud, Ca for the occasion. We had been camped out for three days, two nights and massaging for 9 hours that Saturday. Our skin was sticky, our clothes oil stained, our feet grimy, and our spirits still high. To our good fortune, the neighboring Psychic, Numeroligical, acupuncture, and other unexplainable booths pitched in by helping us carry our tables, baskets, trunks and chairs to the Chinook. As Christina pulled the Chinook around the parking lot, I saw it wipe out the large “Best of Shasta” banner in an epically Jurassic park scene of withering brilliance. The ribbons fell behind as we took ourselves Southward to a small Victorian bed and breakfast with eagerly awaiting clientele.

Now 7:30 pm at night, we found ourselves in a realm of unknown blunders and calm challenges. We carried our tables inside. There was  a lot of excited pointing happening on part of our customers, since they knew little English. I was led to a small double twin room on the first floor, and Christina was swept upstairs to room, “twintee-woon.” I realized immediately that there was going to be no place for my massage table, nor space to work on the floor. The girls eagerly introduced themselves with hand gestures and slow pronunciations, communicating haphazardly that they were taking turns. The room was stuffy, and I felt nervous perspiration on my face and back of my legs. We had changed our clothing whilst moving 60mph along the highway, but my clothes felt tinged within minutes. I took some deep breaths, doused myself in Clary sage oil, and placed my faith in the Universe that I was there with the best intentions, and that I was welcomed by these kind people. Feeling myself loom over their petite and cleanly selves, the hands appeared oddly giant and pink against their soft smooth Asian skin. I told myself I was an Amazonian wonder and I comforted my ego and settled into source, calling on guidance of my angels. It was then that I noticed the beautiful stones and tiny statues on their dresser. Recalling that the event we had just finished was full of people inspired my multiple forms of alternative ideas, spiritual channels, and healers, I became suddenly aware that I had a  lot of room to dabble. I was an exotic Northern California healer, and I had to assume these women had invited me to their home because of it. So, I dug into my crystal basket, burned some palo santo and sage, aligned their chakras, and made crystalline layouts over their bodies. As awkward as it was to perform Swedish massage, and shiatsu on a bed with only one side open, I prevailed! As we were saying our goodbyes, the ladies confirmed, “You maike gud technique. Yes, vary gud Shiatsu. We fill vary comfatabull.” And my spirit soared.

 

~ Tamaura

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Difficult Rubber

We had a wonderful time at Truckee Thursday and got on the hwy 89 North at about 10 pm and puled over to sleep somewhere in Sierraville so that we could enjoy a nice soak in the hot springs the next morning. To our surprise, when we awoke, we were next to a faery infested creek! So we took our time, pumping water in the katyden filter whilst drinking tea, then had a wonderful bath at the Sierraville hotsprings and were on the road again at midday. In mid afternoon, as I had been getting the hang of driving a stick shift for the first time, a tire blew out. It was really hot, and the wire was blown clear through the tire. Christina, burly beast that she is, was on the ground and ready to jack up the camper when we discovered we didn’t had a tire iron. So we had to find the help of AAA before we could jam down the hwy 36 West to Red Bluff and get a new set of tires (they were all ancient rubber) at closing time. So, to our disappointment, we did not make it to Mt. Shasta until 8 pm, and immediately begged the woman at Soul Connections to let us in her shop to spend some serious money on crystals in under 15 minutes. She declared that yes, we had in fact made it worth her extra time!

~Tamaura

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Good Fates

 

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We had a fabulous time at the Sierra Storytelling festival. Business was ideal. Customers were more often in tune with their needs, living health consciously. We found that instead of tackling low food quality demons in the muscles, we were helping guide tension from tired muscles having worked hard in gardens, bee keeping, and the setting up of the magical event. Adding to our practice, the hushed enthusiasm of the storytellers brought a beautiful dynamic to our energy. There was a quietude to our work not experienced before. Oftentimes, we felt like children occupied in our ‘play’ while being read to.

Today, we are headed back to Truckee then winding over the hwy 89 North through Mt. Lassen and onwards to Mt. Shasta for the Best of Shasta event located at the headwaters. The water there seeps out of the earth in a torrential and cold stream straight from the lava channels with Mother Earth. We hope to find a safe place to camp tonight, and time for crystal gazing, as well as meet many amazing people in need of our healing respite. Mt. Shasta was the location of Christina, and my own, second level reiki initiations. It will be rejuvenating to return to the place where we so magically found our destiny as healers. Wish us luck on our adventure, we are thinking of all of you!!

 

~Tamaura

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Faith in Alignment

Tonight the Sierra Storytelling Festival begins. Still tired from Truckee last night, we took care of our responsibilities today and scrambled to North Columbia School House in North San Juan, Ca to set up our booth at 5pm. We were told to park in handicapped parking and haul our heavy trunks, massage tables, two canopies, pillows, and other various necessities like crystals and healthy snacks an uncomfortable distance to a serene location near the story telling. We were nearly decompressing when a security guard stomps into our space and yells at us to move our vehicle NOW. So we scramble to get her to a place where we can camp near our booth. We are told to park on the street, which is quite awkward in a 4 cyl. 1978 bubble. Upon returning to our booth, we see every other vendor driving comfortably in the backside of the event to be near their own booths and begin setting up tents to camp. Feeling more chagrin than before we decide to move our Chi-nooky. After a bombardment of security smack, we are defeated. We await nightfall, snacking on cold food wishing we could use our kitchen across the street, and realizing there IS capabilities to provide ourselves with lights via electricity IF we had brought an extension cord and lights. In a moment of clarity, we decide to abandon ship for the night and return better prepared in the morning. It isn’t like spending a night alongside Hwy 49 doesn’t sound enticing, but the lighting proves VERY necessary in a hobbit land like the Sierra Storytelling festival. At just the moment when we pick up our baskets to jump ship, our dear friend Shana pops into the booth with a heyday of Welcome and YESSSSS you CAN camp here. If only we had brought our lights…..I refer now to Scarlet O’Hara in Gone with the Wind,”Tomorrow, is another day!”

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