Been away like Tiger Wood's wife but feeling like a kid who went to Disneyland. I've been around so many positive people this year that I forgot how the blues feel...If you think about it, green & yellow (blue + yellow = green), which are the colors of jealously and cowardice, all the little things that haters are made up of. But as haters keep stagnant fresh, I still rise, I get inspired, and I keep it real.
One of the beautiful things in the world is Mother Nature. She's calm, welcoming, moody yet inspiring, historic, muse worthy, and traditional. I got the opportunity in March to wander with my GPS and makeshift walking stick through Yosemite for the first time in my life with amazing company and a perfect weather forecast. We visited Bridalveil Fall, a cascade of natural purity that showered the bouldering enviroment into a slip-n-slide (I got to slide down a rock!). The myth behind Bridalveil fall is that inhaling the mist would improve one's chances of marriage, hence the name. We also visited the visitor's center in Yosemite because its what you're suppose to do, and we cultured ourselves in Native American history, its culture and its importance for humility and respect for the Earth's Spirit. My favorite artifact there was a teepee made out of wood as it allowed me to image myself as a mere individual.
After that manditory visit, we found our way to Half Dome, in which Native American legend explains its creation through domestic violence...a young married couple was arguing, the wife throws a basket of acorns (I prefer throwing my cell phone) at her husband as he was chasing after her. The gods, as a punishment, turned them into stone. The husband became North Dome, the basket became Basket Dome, and the wife became Half Dome. Cool huh?!?
But the BESTEST part of this blissful trip was when we hiked through a trail that had tunnel trees, a rooty enigma. Just in a flash, the seasons changed from Spring to Winter as we sloshed our shoes against icy cement like snow, trying to avoid slips, knee scrubs and the disolving light of the setting Sun. I felt like I was with real Stand By Me Gs...we stuck together with our walking sticks, and used each of our determination to fuel our energy and perserverance to make it out of that bitch in one piece before nightfall. Inhale cold air. Exhale colder air. The trail seemed endless like when your car gets stuck in the middle of nowhere and you gotta walk the road to find help. Luckily, we made it right when our shadows faded into the snow and when the Big Dipper was arriving. And we celebrated with mini burgers, Tofurkey dogs, Castle and Heineken beers, Jello Shots with OJ, and a great game of King's Jenga.
This Yosemite trip awed me. From the pimp ass Cabin for lodging, the devoted friends that we met up who waited hours for our arrival, Mother Nature's beauty, and the disconnect from the City's grind. I finally got the jumpstart much needed to get back on the healthy "do you" tip. I now run Kezar with my fresh grape Nike Frees, reap its benefit of having a terra cotta complexion, and enjoy the scenic contrast of urban and park life. It drives me to drive daily to the stadium to challenge my physical tenacity. And I love it.
As this year so far has showered me with trips to Yose, Disneyland to pay tribute to Michael Jackson's "Captian EO", Venice Beach, and Vegas with my down ass bitches, I consider 2010 my bucket list year...I met the muthafuckin Jabbawockeez, almost ran over the Kardashians, and enjoyed live performances from Pharell and Common. My wedding date has been officially set. And I still have 99 problems but fake bitches ain't one. These experiences keep on reminding me to HELLA reject mediocrity. Let's Ride. Pizzease.
