I made a free wordpress site for the Las Vegas Radical Mental Health Collective. https://lasvegasradicalmentalhealthcollective.wordpress.com I am so proud of the LVRMHC because I have seen so many other radical mental health collectives, for whatever reason, flounder. Ours is nearly a year old and doing great. Go us!
Well. I think my lips are still sunburnt–they feel weird. And I need to do all sorts of things, cleaning up after the Sacred Peace Walk and all the regular stuff that fell by the wayside during the craziness of the event. The craziness of the Laura-Marie. Ming and I had some conflict like every […]
A learning how to play T’s nyckelharpa on the porch of the Goddess Temple guesthouse.
Yesterday was Ming’s birthday. We bought a chocolate cake from Costco. We bought $109 of pupusas. We bought some strawberries! We took all that and more out to Peace Camp and had a nice dinner with the Walkers. But it was too much for me. I am beat. I’m taking it easy today. I’m not […]
Well, yesterday was so wild I can’t remember it. I remember a few moments. We went out to the walkers with lunch. We delivered the foods. Ming and I did our Sanskrit prayer. Someone asked us to do it a second time. True, it’s pretty. Then what? We hung out. The walkers circled. Then they […]
I gotta order a bunch of pupusas for the Walkers. Tomorrow is Ming’s birthday. I realized we’ll be in California for A’s birthday. I need to get him a present. I need to buy a Costco cake too. I’m scattered and tired. I have a headache. Sacred Peace Walk is a wild time. But I’m […]
I’m making pasta salad for the walkers. It’s easy. I already made tuna fish. We prepped some veg. I need to slice some red onions. We got half a case of red onions donated. This morning we’re supposed to pick up a donation from a store. We’re waiting for a call. I’m putting freshly ground […]
So many things happened today. Sacred Peace Walk is like a dust devil. A whirlwind. A strange mix of fun and stress. We know how to do it at this point, no longer reinventing the wheel. But I got taxed at lunchtime being social. I was handing out paper plates to the walkers, the eaters. […]