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New Orleans : An Unresolved Adventure

New Orleans haunts me. My experience there was good, yet I feel my time there is unresolved. I left a piece of me in New Orleans, and I want to return in order to explore and understand the city better. New Orleans is a living breathing city, it possesses a strong spirit. I came to a deeper understanding of my spiritual self while on the road, and in New Orleans it was challenged. The empath in me was beaten down and I’d like to return stronger. I believe New Orleans is one of the darkest and most vibrant cities I’ve ever been too.  New Orleans (not Nashville) is music city, rhythm and melody flows out of the people there, from the man sweeping up trash on the sidewalk to a brass band in the middle of Jackson square. Jazz music rides on the wind in the French quarter and there is someone humming not too far from you.

Sadly, I wasn’t very good at taking pictures while in New Orleans – probably another reason  why I’d like to return,  but we did all the touristy things! We went on an alligator tour and fell in love with the scaly cuddly reptiles. Ate our way through the French Quarter ordering a little something here and there. Explored the St. Louis Cathedral, where I prayed and through some holy water on Dan. Stopped by Café Du Monde to enjoy fresh beignets and coffee before taking a long nap at our hotel the Maison Dupuy. At Dan’s request, we went on a ghost tour, Lord Chaz’s ghost and vampire tour to be exact and it pierced my soul. The stories we heard left me mourning for the sad souls of the past, and when Dan talked in his sleep that night – I ignored him and pretended I was asleep. On the bright side, our tour guide Alexander was amazing and we enjoyed talking with him post tour. My favorite part of traveling is meeting new people, so getting to know him and his Native American history was one of my favorite aspects of visiting New Orleans.  The next day we went to the St. Louis Cemetery (1) in the morning and had lunch in the Garden District so I could see Anne Rice’s old home. I’ve been a fan of Anne Rice since I was in the first grade and fascinated with vampires until Twilight killed the allure.

In our last few hours in New Orleans, we roamed around Frenchman street waiting for The Spotted Cat to open. We’d been told that was the place to go for good music and we didn’t want to miss out on it. We had to leave New Orleans for Houston by 6pm, and the bars on Frenchman didn’t open til 5pm.  I enjoyed a delicious bowl of jambalaya at The Praline Connection as an early dinner and then we killed some time at the Louisiana Music Factory record store.  I was so thankful that we had waited till The Spotted Cat opened because the moving and powerful voice of Sarah McCoy washed away the sadness within me, and her band The Oopsie Daisies filled me up with the bright light that comes from unadulterated passion and art.

We drove away from New Orleans on an incredible high, headed for Texas where I finally felt a real peace within me. Texas is where the seed to who I am now was planted, but New Orleans was where the soil was tilled.

Most of my photos are from the alligator swamp tour.

I think I was too captivated by the city to remember to look like a tourist.  

NOAL Swamp Tour _1

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Alligator Heads NOLA

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NOLA Swamp Tour _11

New Orleans Jackson Square

NOLA Halloween

Anne Rice House New Orleans

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Self-Love Sunday

In February, I learned how precious my Sundays’ are after handing them over to help friends and family. Not that I resent the time I spent helping others, but I noticed how grumpy and stressed I was throughout the week because I hadn’t reserved any time for myself to recharge. Now I treat my Sundays’ like precious jewels and really ponder if I want to hand it over to someone else.

This morning I was the laziest of sloths, in my pajamas till noon and barely changing into a comfy chambray shirt and bicycle shorts because I wanted to feel slightly more put together. My hair is wild and a pile of laundry is at the edge of my bed waiting to be folded. I’ve put on a rose mask from Fresh (a free birthday treat from Sephora) and filled my room with the delicious scent of a Voluspa Goji Tarocco Orange candle. And to really set the mood, the soothing folky voices of First Aid Kit is the soundtrack to my very lazy self-love Sunday.

As Bowerbird headed off to work he remarked how relaxed I looked and I really am relaxed. Trust that my to-do list is sitting in my office with unchecked boxes and my inbox with unanswered email. But I’m giving myself permission to take today just for myself. I’m headed to Coachella for two weekends where I won’t have my blessed self-love Sundays. I will be cramming in clients between festival days and prepping all next week to make sure the record store inventory is at least 90% in – progress not perfection. And if you saw the order sheets you’d understand why I have to comfort myself with that mantra. So today is just for me, drinking Stress Ease tea and munching on chocolate eggs that my fella surprised me with.

self love treatments

For a while, I’ve been toying with the idea of posting more inspirational, spiritual, or self-love type of posts on Sundays. My own version of Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday. As I recharge physically and mentally preparing for the week ahead, it could be a way of sharing the lessons I’ve learned that week or even just interesting articles I’ve discovered. I’m currently on a 100-day challenge where I have several goals I’m focusing on every day for the next 100 days. Today is day 13! I’ve also been Periscoping every day of this challenge and have been having some really great discussion there.

Earlier this week when I really didn’t want to Periscope, I was blessed to have two people on the scope who were really engaged in the conversation and we discussed burn-out, showing up for yourself, and the sacredness of our “me time.” I had no idea that my bleh Periscope was going to be so transformative, but those two women changed my night and mindset. So in-line with that particular scope, I am owning the sacredness of this me time.

So, who knows what post I’ll have for you next Sunday but right now I’m going to hit publish and get back to reading my Darling Magazine. Eventually, I’ll get around to my laundry and cleaning the house – but right now, right now I’m going to be totally content with some self-indulgent self-LOVE.

in bed relaxing

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Pink Shiny Crystal Visions

Lately, I’ve been really wanting to buy crystals. I imagine my windowsill being a little beacon of light and color, the crystals charging under the sun. When Bowerbird and I were walking back to our car from Echo Park Rising, we heard echoing meditation music coming from the hidden speakers of The House of Intuition. An actual house on top of a hill, we scaled the cement stairs to peek our heads inside. It’s pretty adorable as at the top of the stairs there is a sign that says, “your intuition led you here.” It’s a new age shop, or as their website states a Metaphysical and Spiritual shop, filled with the scent of a relaxing incense and lots of crystals. We walked in each room looking at the objects that help to enlighten, guide, and ground our spiritual being. The sales girls were nice, open to helping us and didn’t give off a superior vibe at all. They really seemed down to earth as they discussed being spiritually grounded and the meaning of dreams amongst themselves. When I went back to the car I told Bowerbird how I want more crystals, and he replied by saying he dosen’t believe in crystals, he’d rather have plants.

 

 

 

bismuth crystal

 

bismuth crystal

 

I really want Bismuth Crystals – aren’t they crazy beautiful!! 

smoky quartz

Smoky Quartz – helps to turn negative energy into positive energy 

cool cyrstals

Crystals are so amazing. Nature is an artists and crystals are the sculpture.

crystal alabamapink crystals

Most of these photos don’t have a strong source that I can reference. But they are all pinned to my Random Loves board if you want to click the link attached to the photos. 

**I wonder how many blog posts exist with the title Crystal Visions. It has a nice ring to it and a familiarity of ‘knowing’, plus you’re automatically besties with the other Fleetwood Mac fan that stops by your page.

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