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I survived the eclipse, and the traffic, and the forest fires and the dust, dirt and sun. I am back on the road traveling south in my cousin’s truck, toward Sacramento.

The Eclipse Festival was huge, I heard the numbers anywhere between 45 and 70 thousand. Our wait was one of the shortest at seven hours, though once to the front of the line, we found out they were letting pretty much everyone inside. Two of my travel companions had to leave the festival again in order to get their wristbands. I had a hard time finding anyone I knew, instead giving my car camping pass to my cousin and sharing his tent, surrounded by his buddies from Ruckus Farms and a caravan of Australians.

For the most part, I ended up by myself. I felt like a fish out of water, unprepared and feeling low. I had this idea that something had to happen, that after such a terrible nightmare, the sun would come out and give me something. I was aimlessly wandering, waiting for something good to fall into my lap.

Unfortunately, life doesn’t work like that, so I made the best of my festival experience, passed out some strawberry propaganda and soaked up as much sun, music and positivity as my drooping body could handle. My favorite moments revolved around the stages and when I was able to let go enough to dance, melding into the crowd and forgetting my worries.

One afternoon, my friend Jamie was DJ-ing a yoga nidra class early afternoon, so I planned on a yoga and spa day. I became so relaxed at the end of meditation, I was in a haze as I wandered over to an acupunture session with a girl I had met the day before.

I had no idea what I was really in for. Once the needles were out, she sat and asked how I felt: like I had been hit by an emotional truck. Everything was sore and I cried as she softly gave me life advice, told me maybe this was life telling me I am moving too fast and I needed to listen more to my body.

I am ready to get back to Myrtle and settle my transportation, feel out where home is and continue with my StrawberryVentures. Although the week didn’t reveal all the answers, I did learn at least a few things..

Like life can change in an instant, water can be poured in a radiator if the coolant is leaking and your attitude can change your mood. I was disappointed in friendships I initially adored as I noticed the difference in people’s actions and words. I’ve confirmed for myself just how stubborn and determined of an artist I am; plans to spread love acceptance and truth around the world are growing and evolving still. And the biggest and most influential lesson was watching the moon cross between the earth and the sun, while watching with thousands of people as the light shifted and changed drastically before our eyes. A full eclipse is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and worth all of the troubles in getting there.

The rest of the festival I mainly felt tired, and other than the Eclipse, I stayed near camp.

And so another adventure awaits, as I make my way back to poor Myrtle and figure out what’s next in the adventurous life of PinkRiches.