I’m visiting my family in Utah where I was born and raised for the holidays.  It’s a tradition for me to come here every Thanksgiving and I love my time with my family.  I do not however love Utah.  Here are some fun things about my trip thus far.

The first thing I notice when I board the plane is that I’m surrounded by Mormons.  I can hear groups of people around me talking about being born and raised in Utah, how much they love and miss it, conversations about The Church and how important it is to their lives.  I put on my music and tune it all out – unwilling to expose myself to the propaganda.

When I get off the plane I observe how “vanilla” everything is.  The airport staff lacks ethnic diversity (which I love), it is for the most part made up of Caucasians   Oh wait, there was that one Islander and one Hispanic employee.  I walk to the baggage claim and just to be obnoxious I keep my music on and start singing my heart out while waiting for my luggage.  I get a couple of looks – some smiles, but mostly people ignore me.  They don’t feel comfortable around those who do not fit their idea of normal so they ignore instead.

I spend the next couple of days in a small Mormon town south of Salt Lake.  I am surrounded by cookie cutter women and men, families and babies – uncontrolled breeding everywhere and I cringe, our planet is already beyond it’s capacity to support the existing population yet these people with their religious beliefs of “populate the earth” are still breeding like crazy. I see countless large vehicles which are so bad for our already declining environment and I sigh, missing my ecologically friendly city already.

After a couple of days in Small Town Utah, I go up to the big city to stay with my mom.  Finally I see a bit more diversity both ethnically and religiously.  My first morning in the city I go to water aerobics with my mom, the class is a lot of fun and the instructor is superb at engaging all of the attendees.  After the class we soak in the hot tub.  Most of the people in the tub are elderly and I think they are surprised at my ability to converse with them so well.  A woman comes and sits on the edge of the tub and I can’t stop looking at her.  She is beautiful physically and spiritually and I tell her so.  Later in the locker room we chat and I see the beauty of her soul even more.

When we get back to mom’s house I take a shower and I have to laugh.  The water is so hard that I can feel it damaging my skin and hair.  Soap doesn’t lather the way I’ve grown accustomed to, and the temperature is inconsistent – going from hot to cold and back to hot again.  I shake my head in the knowledge that it will take a couple of weeks back in Seattle for my skin and hair to recover.  I’m so glad I brought my coconut oil to help protect against the damage I know I am doing.

That night I get to spend a couple of hours with my new step-brother, we visit for a while and then he takes me on a thrilling motorcycle ride.  I love the wind in my face and the humming of the engine between my thighs.  After the ride I go to one of my sisters house to do a Tarot reading.  She asks me if I’m comfortable doing one for a friend of hers, I agree of course.  I do my sister’s reading first to get my juices flowing.  She is astounded at the results of the reading and how my abilities have improved over the last year.  Next I chat with her friend for a few minutes so that I can get a feel for who he is as a person.  He’s never had a real tarot reading done before and I’m a little nervous that he will be disappointed.  The reading, although not a very positive one, goes very well.  I’m able to interpret the cards and explain how they pertain to him and his situation.  After doing two readings I’m exhausted.  It takes a lot of energy to do something of that nature and I tell my sister that in the future I am going to need to charge for non-familial readings.  I pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow.  Lucky for me (that statement is dripping with sarcasm) my body regenerates quickly so after a couple of hours I wake up and can’t get back to sleep.  My boyfriend keeps me company via text until I’m able to finally drift back off to dreamland.

Today I had the opportunity to visit briefly with a neighbor whom I’ve known my whole life.  I’m slightly uncomfortable at first (still shy in spit of the good face I put on) but I enjoy the conversation and the opportunity to let my old neighbors know that life is good to me. I’m getting some much needed R and R today.  Sitting here alone in my mom’s house.  The place I lived from the time I was 12 until I moved to Seattle (sorta?).  I love the feel of my mom’s home, but it’s different now.  She’s married and has blended her home with her husbands, still a good feeling, just different.  OH!  My mom’s house is haunted.  It always makes me laugh when people freak out about that.  I guess I’m just used to it because I’ve always had spirits or energy beings around me.  I haven’t experienced anything on this trip yet.  There are two cats which live here so I think that they help suppress most activity.  Even when it’s active though, it doesn’t really bother me.

Tomorrow I get to go out to the West Desert to ride an ATV for the first time in my life.  Even though I grew up here I never had the opportunity to do this.  I am so excited!  I will be operating the ATV, so I’m a little bit nervous about that.  I haven’t even driven a vehicle in  6 years, let alone a recreational vehicle! Good thing we will be in the desert eh?  The weather has been beautiful!  It’s been blue skies with temperatures in the mid 50’s.  I brought all of this super warm winter stuff and haven’t needed any of it! The snow capped mountains are so close, they are breath taking. At night with the clear skies I can see the constellations I’m so familiar with – in the same positions they’ve always been in.  And why am I getting teary eyed writing about this?  I have so many fond memories of this place.  I’m sitting at the kitchen table with the patio door open and I feel so safe.  I don’t think I could do that in the neighborhood I live in now.

On Thanksgiving I am going to my step-dad’s big extended family dinner that they do every other year.  I’m nervous because it’s going to be a lot of people and I don’t do well with large crowds.  My step-brother, the one who took me on the bike ride, promised to be my guide.  I’m also excited because it just so happens that a niece of my step-dad is one of my best friends from high school (now THAT is a great story I will have to share!).  I haven’t seen her in about 18 years.  Thanks to Facebook we’ve been able to keep in touch recently.

The day after Thanksgiving is my FAVORITE day!  It’s the event I look forward to the most.  All my sisters, their families, mom and dad get together for a Left-Over party.  Everyone brings their leftovers from the night before, plus anything else they want to make for the event and we all have a wonderful informal, rambunctious, let your hair down party.  My sisters and I are vulgar – much to the chagrin and humor of my mom.  The kids all interact well with each other.  We play games, sing, dance and love.  It is my favorite time of the year.  Something I think about when I’m sad and look forward to always.

I’ll be heading home to Seattle on Saturday afternoon.  The day of departure is always blissful and disheartening all at once.  By the time I go home, I’m usually ready to BE home because I enjoy my peaceful low energy life in Seattle.  And yet – I’m yet again leaving my family behind.  I know when I get home we will all just keep on living our lives.  Chatting occasionally, but all of us busy and wrapped up in our own day to day dramas.  This year, I’m thankful that I have such a wonderful family that we can do these things and be these ways, and still have so much love for each other.



About Ms Fihaki

Thanks so much for checking out my blog! I’m supposed to write about me – who I am as a person and I really don’t see the sense in that considering that when you read my posts you will learn more about me as a person than you would from any 500 word statement I could make. I will however play by the rules – just this once. I’m 36 years young. I consider myself a strong independant and beautiful woman (hey! I wrote about that! Check it out!). I’m single and love it. Just over a year ago I made some serious lifestyle changes which include eliminating alcohol from my diet, being more physically active, eating healthier and daily working on my spirituality. One of the things which has happened as a result of these lifestyle changes is that I’ve gained a level of clarity I never knew was possible. With this clarity comes the realization that my words affect the lives of those around me. I’ve always been much better at writing than at speaking. If I can affect people the way I do from speaking, just imagine the effect I can have with the written word! I had been blogging about my secret life doing sensual massage – but I wasn’t getting a lot of traffic or interraction from that blog. Upon the suggestion of several friends I decided to start this – my public blog. My hope is that this will allow my readers to interact with me, a real live human being and that together we can create a ripple effect of positivity throughout the universe! (yea I dream big – it’s a must!) Anywho – I sincerely hope you enjoy the things I have to say and interractions are welcome and encouraged! Be Well!

Posted on November 20, 2012, in Prose, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Happy Thanksgiving to you too. 🙂

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