I spent three more days in Oregon and then regretfully left Carol’s extended family, multi-generational, rural, intentional community for Austin, where it would be warmer weather. After working outside for most of my adult life in the frigid states of Minnesota and Wisconsin, I have vowed never to be cold again.
My last days in Oregon were so sublime that I can’t wait to get back. Oregon has all the beauty of Wisconsin and Minnesota, but no blizzards, intense snow falls or below zero temperatures.
I traveled to Eugene on the bus from Blue River to attend the combined Farmers’ and Saturday Market, which was spectacular. The rarely-seen sun was out, but it was chilly. I walked around for a few minutes, shivering, and then heard the beat of the drums. I was blessed to find the 43 year old, weekly Eugene Drum Circle,
No one was dancing yet, but, as is my mission, I started dancing and brought people in to the Circle. What a divine community of people! At one point I had three beautiful young white gals, whom I urged away from their cell phones, two beautiful, young black girls and one beautiful, young Asian girl out dancing with me. I enjoy teaching the young folks about letting go of their inhibitions and dancing together, which is one of the best things that people can do to bond. One of the girls and I were twerking in our personal circle, which was very pleasurable and entertaining.
I danced for a few hours, also going to the stage at the Market, where there was an excellent Klezmer band. For those of you who are not familiar with this Jewish, folk music from Eastern Europe and Russia, think “Fiddler on the Roof” and look for it on You Tube, etc. I guarantee you will enjoy it. It’s in my heart since my parents were little children in Jewish, peasant villages, just like Tevye’s in the movie. They lived and suffered there during the First World War, the Russian Revolution, the Russian Civil War, pogroms and starvation. From all this suffering was born Klezmer music.
I walked around the streets of Eugene, investigating whether it filled my criteria of a desirable place to live, some of which are smiling faces, healthy food, good thrift stores (yes!) and more. My next destination was one of their legal medical marijuana facilities, where I requested and was granted a tour of the premises. I was shown a room where plants for the patients are grown and another room with products for them to purchase. I am hopeful that we, the people, can influence our politicians to pass humane laws to legalize much-needed medical marijuana in our whole country, reducing pain for many, greatly reducing crime and helping the economy. This is my personal opinion, which I hope is shared by many of you. Please let me know.
I had two days left in Blue River, where I stayed close to home, enjoying my time with Carol and her lovely family. I had my second birthday celebration on Monday night; my first was New Orleans. Carol
made me a pineapple, upside down cake.
I was so touched by our circle before dinner. We all joined hands, and everyone said what they liked about me. Everyone was so kind and loving. Typical of the comments was 4 year old Addie, “I like Diana. I LOVE her”.
On Tuesday morning I said goodbye until 2016 to my dear ones in Oregon and headed for Austin. 25 sleepless hours later I was back at Catherine’s for some sleep and time with my dear friend with whom I have been staying in Austin.
44 very busy hours later I was flying to Memphis to meet Jean, who was driving from Kansas, and Carol Anne and M’Lou, ,who were driving from Wisconsin, to meet me for birthday dancing on Beale Street, my third biryhday celebration…..