Yesterday morning I blew off NYC for Albany: missing my NYFW audition and sleeping in instead. The night before I had a strong feeling that I shouldn’t go and despite how much I was looking forward to it, I decided to go with my intuition. Thursday Pastor Christina had asked if we could start my confirmation class Sunday (today) and walking in NYFW would have meant missing church. I was conflicted so I asked myself “What would God want me to do?” and it was an easy choice.
Plus Friday had been a busy day and work had ended later than I expected, I didn’t get to prepare for the show the way I would have liked. I wouldn’t of felt 100% my best Saturday and I’ve learned that there’s no point in going for anything if you can’t do it 100%.
It turned out to be an excellent day: I went to a Native American festival, Gathering of the Tribes in East Greenbush, and a music festival, Peacestock at the Sanctuary for Independent Media. I’ve wanted to go to the Gathering of the Tribes for a few years now and I remember a time when East Greenbush might as well been on another planet. It’s not exactly accessible without a car. My roommate and I went together and I was relieved that she drove. There was music, dancing, and vendors. I ended up spending most of my cash on stones. For as long as I can remember I’ve been picking up rocks. I know have the begining of a collection from stones all over the world ( and one from outside the planet). I used to have more. Yesterday I bought blue lace agate, blue moonstone, and labradorite from a lovely woman named Cheryl, a yoga teacher who loves charity -like me! I believe that everything emits energy, and rocks specifically carry different types of energy that can be used for healing purposes. Cheryl also practices sound therapy which involves a quartz triangle that she holds over your head and gently bangs like a drum producing different vibrations that you can feel throught your body. It was amazing. I made sure Janet got one too.
After we left the Gathering we visted the Sanctuary for the last hour and half of Peacestock. Apparently it had been sparse all day but got lively when I arrived, so said Melissa the project coordinator for the Sanctuary and one of the only two paid staff members. The Sanctuary is run almost entirely on volunteer support. As soon as I saw the crew they put me right to work manning the donation table and email list. I didn’t mind as volunteering there never feels like work! Plus I got to spend time with Melissa and I told her about how I didn’t go to my audition. She sympathized saying it was an expensive risk but honestly I was worried less about not making the cut and more worried about if I did. After all they invited me to come down and be evaulated. I feel so much more confident lately, it’s wonderfully. I’m glad to finally feel like myself again. Still there will be other opportunities and I was happy I stayed in the area and had a nice chill weekend. I’m trying really hard to not push myself past my limits and not having anywhere to be was a nice change from the work week.
Then on a whim I decided to get fancy and try a new bar, the Speakeasy 518, a cash only jazz club. It was pretty swanky. It was the first time I’ve ever gone out by myself to a nightclub and I had a blast. They’ve created a real authentic atmosphere and a great ambience. I felt like I had reached a new level of hottness in my little black dress and the jazz reminded me of my grandpaw and made me feel close to him.
And as planned, I start my confirmation classes today between the Adult and Children services in lieu of bible study. In the first service everyone was in a particularly chipper mood for some reason unbknownst to me- but I also have been feeling new hieghts of happiness. Could it be that love is in the air? Someone is doanting a boxing bag to our church that will available once we move into our new building. Things are getting very exciting at The Oaks of Righteouness that’s for sure! Stay tuned ❤
There were absolutely no tears this weekend: it was blessed from beiging to end. The only thing is though, I missed my watermark.
Artifacts from the weekend