Getting Found: On the Road

Leaving Bellingham was one of the hardest things I have done in my life. Why would I leave a town where I experienced such a great abundance of love and acceptance, freedom to explore my creativity, and opportunities to regularly collaborate with incredibly talented musical friends? I am so grateful to all of my Bellingham friends and family for their abundant support during this time of transition. So many sweet people spent extra time with me this fall, encouraged me, came to my shows, and supported my journey financially. I am forever grateful.

While leaving felt right and necessary, saying "cya later" and driving out of town took the wind out of my sails. I cried for hours when I left on Sunday, and my tears dried up just in time for my arrival into Portland, where I was warmly greeted and lovingly cared for by dear friends Will and Kai (two of my "Get Found" Burning Man brothers).

After a night of decadent food (chantrelle alfredo and epic brownies), adorable flirtation, and sauna relaxation, I headed up to the Oregon mountains to Breitenbush Hot Springs. I was a bit shakey upon arrival. . . I really felt fear during the drive up, and it took awhile to process my feelings and settle into the groove of the retreat center. I spent my 24 hours at Brietenbush in silent meditation, walking slowly through the forest, reflecting in the chapel, soaking in "healing waters", and enjoying amazing organic vegetarian food. I would have liked to stay two days, but there were no dorms available and the road called, so I headed out on Tuesday afternoon.

Tuesday night I found another hotsprings in Oregon and camped out there, before waking up at dawn and driving 12 hours to crash in Wyoming at a hotel filled with hunters- tis the season. They sure love their Fox news. . .

I woke up early on Wednesday and drove the final 8 hours to Boulder, Colorado, where I was greeted by another Get Found brother, Prescott. (check out those matching shirts!)

We have been hiking in the mountains, catching shows, touring the small mountain towns, making social rounds, and playing music nightly by campfire. We saw my favorite songwriter, Gregory Alan Isakov last night, and will get to see him again on Monday- definitely a highlight of my Boulder experience. I am staying in Prescott's sweet cabin in the mountain, next to a creek. It sounds like it is raining all of the time due to the soothing water sounds, but the sky is blue, the air is warm, my spirit is light, and my heart is filled with gratitude.

I am settling into this journey and opening my heart to possibility. Boulder instantly felt like home and I am listening to this. I am excited to explore other areas and stay in Austin . . . but Boulder may draw me back sooner rather than later. I do have fears about staying in this area- mostly related to the cost of living and lack of employment. What is meant to be will come together perfectly. I resolve to spend my time setting fear aside and imagining great things.

~Daisy