My Mountain Experience

I had the opportunity to go up into the mountains, and learn how to grow Cannabis. Of course I accepted. So I will be difficult to reach for a while, but I will blog about every thing that happens up there this Spring and Summer, and all of the bad ass things I learn how to do.

Day 1

Day One on the Mountain was peaceful. My friend Jack and I arrived early before everyone, so we sat for a while outside, and enjoyed the peace and quiet. It's so beautiful up here. All forest will silvery lakes dotted here and there. It was quiet and,to be honest, it was kind of a shock for me having been in the city for so long, the quiet was almost overwhelming. I felt the urge to turn on some music, or strike up a conversation to fill the silene, but after about half an hour, it started to become relaxing.
I brought my cat Sugar, and my puppy Rusty up with me to the mountain. I wasn't sure how my pampered spoiled house cat would react to the culture shock of being in the woods, but she loves it up here. Her calico fur which sticks out like a sore thumb outside in the city is the perfect camoflauge up here. When she sits still in the trees, you can't see her until she moves. Rusty went right to town digging holes all over the place. I can tell they're going to enjoy their stay up here just as much as I am.
Where we're at on the mountain, there's no electricity or running water. We have a generator so I can charge my computer, but that's about it. We have to drive six miles into town to get water, and take showers. We also cook our food over a fire. Which I actually like way better than regular cooking. For one it's way more exciting. Also there's the possibility that you can burn the hell out of your hands. Also you can roast marshmallows while you cook.  Which I think is the awesomest thing ever. We had forest chili that night. Jack made this concoction of beans, summer sausage, and chili powder, that was so hot it felt like my mouth was on fire, but so damn good I couldn't stop eating it. I ate so much, my mouth was numb by the end of the evening.
We pitched our tent after dinner, and sat and smoked some weed and drank some beer, and enjoyed the evening.
I really feel like I'm going to change up here. There is powerful energy here, and I think I'm going to learn a lot of awesome things up here. I feel like this beginning of my journey to inner peace, and I'm going to tell all of you about it.

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, Esther Dolezal ♪♫

Purple

I've been told that a lot of people can be defined by their favorite color. In my case, my favorite color is purple. When I looked up what the color purple said about a persons personality, it said that if your favorite color is purple, you are a peaceful and tranquil person, and you have a quiet dignity about you. This is strange because I rarely feel peaceful or tranquil, but so many people ask me "How do you stay so calm?" and "Doesn't anything bother you?". I guess I don't appear to be stressed on the outside ever. It makes so sense to me. My boyfriend once said that the fact that I always seem so peaceful was one of his favorite things about me. I mean I don't think there is really such a thing as a truly peaceful or tranquil person; life is too unpredictable for that. But I do think that there are people who have a bigger capability for peace than other people. A better understanding of the way life can make things more or less difficult for people. I don't necessarily believe I have a big capacity for peace. It's probably something dysfunctional with my facial muscles that makes me seem so peaceful all the time. Someone told me that I always seemed cool and content today, and I almost laughed out loud. I mean right now with the way by boyfriend has been acting lately, I feel just about everything but peaceful or content.

Another characteristic of a purple personality is creativity which I can definitely relate to. I've always been creative and artistic. From the way I dress, to the music I write, I love the unconventional. I love to stand out. When I was younger, I went to private schools which required me to wear school uniforms. Now if there is one thing I hate, it's looking the same as other people. I hate blending in, being invisible. I used to always do crazy things with my hair, like dying it purple or blue, and wearing crazy shoes. My creativity and originality applies to my music in the way I hate playing music written by someone else. Now that doesn't mean I refuse to play music written by others, I of course play the music of the great composers, but I would much rather play something I made up.  

Purple is a powerful color. Purple is the strongest wavelength of the spectrum. Purple is also a very rare color when you look at nature; there are very few purple plants, animals, or fruits. Purple was also the hardest color to create dyes for clothing; it takes almost 12,000 shellfish to make about 1.5 grams of pure purple dye, barely enough to completely cover a roman toga back in the day. Purple is powerful because of it's rarity, but also in the confidence it takes to rock the color purple. Back in the day, only royalty wore purple. Purple was the color of wealth and of power.
I don't see myself as wealthy or powerful, but I know there is strength in the color. And there is strength in me.
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed hot_tunes♪♫