Healthy mountain gal Crystal
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Hello everyone:) Healthy Mountain gal stands for everything that I strive for on the daily. Happy and healthy mind body and spirit. Not only for me, but for my 3 beautiful kids and amazing husband. We love doing life together!
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Semicolon savior VIIII
As Gage and I stood together in the tiny cafe kitchen, wrapping bacon around shrimp, we couldn’t help but flirt. These nights were like mini date nights for us. Tonight’s gig was a bridal shower that rented out our space, and after dropping the kids off at grandmas, we grabbed a juice at our favorite place and headed back into the cafe to prep. “What do you want to do afterwards babe?” I asked Gage as he pushed the pan of shrimp into the oven. “Doesn’t matter to me hun, movies?” As I started to pull up the local AMC lineup, I heard a quiet tap, tap, tap coming from the door glass. Our host had arrived and was double fisting big bottles of champagne. “Oh this is going to be a fun one, and it’s co-ed” I reminded Gage looking back and winking.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Futurism
Semicolon savior VIII
*Trigger warning, this may cause feelings to arise dealing with loss. It was not uncommon to see folks waiting outside before we drew the blinds and opened the front door. The silhouette images at times felt as if we were the high tech electronics store on the eve of a Black Friday sale. Needless to say, we were pulled to show up even when we weren’t in the best of spirits or health. Not many knew what battles we conquered behind the scenes, putting a smile on our faces, the public knowing none the wiser. It was late morning when I yelled up to Gage to come down to the basement for a minute. “Babe, I’m going to need you to go into the bathroom and confirm what I am fearing.” Coming back up the stairs and wiping his eyes I knew we had lost him. I can’t explain how I knew it was a boy, but the truth rang loudly in my heart. “We are going to have to stay through this” I said to Gage straightening my shirt and looking in the back mirror at my hair. “Are you sure Victoria you feel up to it?” I was already on the phone with my sister who was a labor and delivery nurse, shaking my head to confirm and pointing to the front door. Putting my hand to the speaker I whispered, “we can get through lunch and close early, I love you.” I’ll admit the shift was a blur and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through this at all. What had I done? We successfully had beautiful heathy children, what went wrong this time? I had never experienced this before (to my knowledge) and I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to overcome the thought of our child ever living in that buildings drain pipes. I was forever changed in that moment.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Motivation
Semicolon savior VII
How amazing this life is. How beautiful and timeless are our souls effortlessly interconnecting. We weave together more deeply everyday than we could ever possibly imagine. And the root of it all is LOVE, pure heart and soul felt love.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Motivation
Semicolon savior VI
The tears began to fill up in my eyes, and when I blinked they all came rushing down my cheeks. How could this be? He seemed so content with this life, but who was I to know considering our few and brief encounters. It seemed a sacreligious act to commit inside the temple walls, however that was also his home. The corner light being on popped into my head just then. I recalled thinking to myself as I was passing by in the alley “well this is odd, no lights are ever on at this hour of the morning.” He had been in there and I shivered at the thought that he may have still been alive at that moment, watching me walk into work none the wiser. Immediately I began packing up my favorite lemon cake and making air pots of coffee. Food, when people are grieving you bring food. As I gathered our gifts, I looked back at Gage, shrugging he gave a sweet smile and motioned “just go.” I had never met anyone else associated with the temple, and a lot of people were standing out front. More were pulling up, walking hand over mouth to the nearest group gathered. People were crying and the police and ambulance were still parked out front. “Ummm, this is for you all” I mumbled to the nearest young man. “We are from the cafe on the corner, and we are so sorry for your loss.”
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Humans
Throw it all away
If you haven’t noticed already spring is a comin’, and let’s face it, us northern folk will still be stoking wood stove fires for at least another month or so. With that being said, it is the perfect time for clearing out all the spaces. From my clothes closet, dish cupboard, pantry and the kids rooms (eeek!) all could use a good purging. I laughingly say this as I throw away a turmeric spice container best by 02/22/2017...
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Motivation
Semicolon savior V
Every evening that week I was researching the Aramaic alphabet. Between Robert’s compilation and the internet, I was consumed. Somehow convinced that something out of this realm was trying to make contact. What was the message here? What direction was I supposed to follow? I began to note everything in my journal; things I witnessed which seemed out of place or unusual. My senses were on hyperdrive and I felt super “aware.” Gage was also intrigued with my new hobbies, and agreed when things seemed out of place and noteworthy. Together we had started watching documentaries about this and that, from exposing ourselves to hz frequencies for healing to government conspiracies. We were climbing out from under a rock and the world around us had changed.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Humans
Semicolon savior IV
He looked up with a smile and walked towards the counter. “Coffee?” was all he said while pulling some change from his long shirt pocket. As I handed over the small coffee, our hands touched for a millisecond of a moment. An immediate connection of two souls floating on Earth. I was pulled to get to know this Guru and his gentle nature. He sat at a table enjoying the scenery for about 10-15 minutes, not speaking to anyone, but smiling genuinely outward. He visited the cafe a few more times and always waved when passing by our corner on his daily walks. Driving home one weekday afternoon, I even saw him walking 3 miles away. It seemed as if his outings were circular in fashion, covering most of the downtown and then always ending back at his home. I passed by his residence (the temple) through the alley when I was the opener. On those dark early mornings I never saw him nor a light on, but felt comforted that another soul was downtown so early.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Journal
Semicolon savior III
“Thanks for all your help, the food was great,” I kept reading the note over and over. What exactly did I help with? I mean we didn’t charge him for the extra olives, could that be it? I gently scolded him as a mother would about exposing that much money in public, possibly. I just couldn’t grasp the compliment. His signature was also just initials and in a script I had never seen. While sitting on one of our outside tables, Robert pulled up into the loading zone and was beginning to get stuff out of his hatchback. “Good morning Victoria, beautiful one.” As I took a sip of coffee I put the note down and offered him a hand. We still had 20 minutes before officially opening and I cherished these quiet morning moments. The sun was rising over the courtyard a beautiful red orange and the birds had just began to chirp. “These canvases are huge!” I exclaimed with a giggle gently leaning over as I put it down. I noticed these paintings were going to be set in a desert of someplace. The rocks and individuals sandal shoes looked like they were photographed, not painted. “You are extremely talented Robert” It must have taken years of practice. As he popped up from his trunk, he smiled and gently said “All we have is now Victoria, the time is now.” I smiled and glanced at my phone checking the time. “Looks like I should get the rest of the coffee on, hope today is fantastic for you.” As I collected my cup and things from the table, I noticed the note had fallen. “Let me get that for you” Robert said as he bent down to grab the napkin off the bricked sidewalk. My hands were full, as they normally were, for I was the type of person to only make one trip. Grabbing the door was also out of the question. “You got coffee on, I may as well grab a cup while I’m in here” Robert said simultaneously opening the cafe door. “Sure do, and thank you, just set that over here on the counter.” As I put my stuff down in the back I could see Robert was glancing at the napkin. “Would you like a medium cup today?” I asked a little louder than normal. “Oh, sorry bout that Victoria, didn’t mean to be nosy” he said as he folded up the napkin in a hurried crumble. “No worries, it’s not personal, just a compliment from a customer yesterday” I replied while pumping from the air pot. “Well it’s not everyday you see hand written Aramaic, I was kind of taken aback.” I paused and thought to myself, he knows the language! “Can you read who signed it?” As I turned around to put the coffee lid securely on Robert just winked “Heck I’m fluent in it.”
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Families
Semicolon savior II
It was a busy lunch already and it was just after 11:00, 11:11 to be exact. The space was all a mix of locals, lawyers and defendants. Some were talking over the people in line now extending past the door entrance. Others were checking in with family or passing time on social media. And the rest were eagerly waiting to make eye contact with me to place their order and to find a nearby table or park bench. Robert was busy outside talking with potential buyers and seemed to really be enjoying all this new exposure. His current piece was morphing into a restaurant at the edge of a galaxy, and almost every passerby stopped to admirer the hourly changes. The sun was shining and we were jumpin’. These days were the new norm now that Custer Coffee had been in business for over 5 years and had become the local “spot.” Consignment art pieces ranging from painted skateboards to homemade jewelry lined the walls and shelves, while the music ranged daily to whatever Pandora radio station we picked. It was a family owned spot where the owners kids were strung about the tables mingling with their regulars, or helping with dishes in the back. How far had it come in such a short time. Everyone seemed to know each other and if you were new to the area, you wouldn’t stay “new” for long.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Humans
Semicolon savior
Was he dead or alive? This thought kept circling through my head as I pulled on my cowboy boots and turned the song on the radio up. “Dry your tears dear girl, put on my boots and hat...” the song was speaking to me and all I could do to keep my composure was to listen and breath. I grabbed his patchwork fedora hat, tilted it off the side of my head, took a quick glance in the mirror and headed for the door.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Humans
