Mount Shasta Calls!

Have you seen those T-shirts: "The Mountains are Calling and I Must Go”?   (Quote by John Muir.)  I thought that was just a poetic way of saying:  “I like being in the mountains.”  Magical Mt. Shasta in northern California has taught me otherwise!

I found myself there last fall - on a group meditative immersion on the mountain.  I knew nothing about Mt. Shasta, but for some strange reason, I dug up a very old email about the trip and, at the last minute, joined the group.

Going to Mt. Shasta made no logical sense.  The trip came after a summer of unexpected travel - from my home on the east coast of the U.S. to Europe and to the western U.S.  In fact, I hadn't been far from Shasta just a few weeks before.  Why turn around and go back?  I had kept afloat all summer with vacation rentals of my house, but would anyone rent it in the fall?  I decided I didn't care about any of that.  I heard the call, and I went.

At the Sacramento airport, a green crystal with a little sparkle to it  (green aventurine) sat right next to my suitcase on the conveyor belt, nowhere near any other bags.  I picked it up and aah - I felt Shasta's greeting and invitation to adventure.   Thank you!! Yes!!