#Silent retreat in San Diego California

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Patti's 2020 Walk for Life Testimony

TW suicide mention

Patti California, United States

My name is Patti Smith from San Diego.  I had two abortions.  One in 1977 the other in 1980.  

I was promoted and transferred from the small town of Moses Lake, WA  to the “big city,” of Seattle, away from the watchful eyes of my parents.  I made some bad choices with my newfound freedom and it wasn’t long before I found myself pregnant.  I decided on abortion because I was moving up the career ladder in the federal government and not making enough money to support a child … plus I didn’t want my parents to find out.  

Three years later I found myself in the same position but this time I decided to keep the baby.  Although still single, I had reached a salary that would allow me to support a baby and I was excited at the prospect of being a mother.  I enthusiastically shared the pregnancy with my parents.  Sadly, they weren’t pleased and convinced me to abort, fearing my being an unwed mother would affect future career advancement and stain our family’s reputation. 

The first abortion was performed by my OB/GYN. He invited two male interns into the room to observe the abortion as a “teaching moment.”  I didn’t protest. I was too intimidated and embarrassed to say no.  The second one was at Planned Parenthood.  That doctor was just as unsympathetic and matter-of fact.  After both abortions I walked away feeling dirty, humiliated and empty.  

I still hear the sound of the vacuum and feel the tugging that took the lives of my children. I used booze and sex to escape the emotional pain and convinced a doctor to give me a tubal ligation at the age of thirty, subconsciously punishing myself for the abortions … I didn’t deserve to be a mother.

I eventually hit bottom, thinking suicide was the only escape and ended up in a mental institution.  When asked by the admitting psychiatrist why I wanted to die I told him I was already dead inside and just wanted to finish the job.

Even after years of sobriety and therapy I was still an emotional wreck.  It was only after attending a healing retreat I came to understand all the self-destructive behavior was a result of the guilt and shame from the abortions.  I took away the lives of my children.  I eliminated them from my life as well as the lives of their fathers, brother, grandparents, aunts and uncles. 

I will always carry the regret of aborting Sarah and Matthew.  My way of honoring them is speaking out in hopes of preventing others from making the same devastating mistake I did.  

That’s Why I’m Silent No More!

Read more testimonies at Silent No More

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Begin Again - Azriel - Part One

Synopsis: Azriel and Alora broke up six months ago. Alora still isn’t sure exactly why Azriel shut her out, and she can’t stand to be in the same room as him. With Nesta’s help, Alora has been avoiding Azriel at group events since the breakup. Inspired by “Into You” by Julia Michaels. 

 “So he’s gonna be there then?” I whisper into the phone, trying to keep my voice from breaking.

“Actually, the asshole’s already here. I’m sorry, Alora. He was supposed to be away for work until next week.” 

Nesta’s voice is hushed, her irritation obvious. I sigh, my breath creating a cloud of ice in the air around me. I stop walking and turn on my heel, heading back the way I’d come. I had been walking to Feyre and Rhysand’s baby shower, gift for their little one in hand. But Azriel, my ex-fiancee, has decided to make an unscheduled appearance. I scowl to myself and shove the wrapped parcel into my coat pocket. Rhys and Feyre are some of my dearest friends, and I was really looking forward to being there today. 

“It’s okay, Nesta. I’ll just give Feyre her gift later. Can you tell them I’m sorry, something just… came up?”.” 

I sigh again, hating that I have to miss their big day and even worse, lie to them about it. Though I’m sure they see right through it, since Feyre knows every dirty detail about the breakup. 

Nesta has been acting as my personal Azriel detector since he and I broke up six months ago. I’m beyond grateful for her help, but I know the responsibility of it is starting to wear on her patience. 

“You know you’ll have to be in the same room as him eventually, right?  You guys have a lot of friends in common.” Nesta says frankly. I flinch slightly, but I know better than to take her words personally. Nesta is nothing if not painfully forthright. 

“I know. I just can’t be in the same room as him and Mor right now. I can’t see how he looks at her.” I pause to shudder, flashing back to the night I’d found them dancing at Rita’s,  a mere six weeks after Azriel and I ended. She was all over him, and he was grinning like a fool. I hadn’t seen him smile like that for quite awhile. I suppose I should be happy he found his smile again, even if it wasn’t with me. 

“I’ve been thinking of moving back home to San Diego.” I blurt, as if getting it out faster will make it easier. Nesta is one of my best friends, but she still scares the shit out of me. I know she’ll like the idea of me leaving about as much as a bull loves the color red. 

For a few beats, Nesta is entirely silent. I chew my lip nervously, bouncing on the balls of my feet as I wait for my turn to use the crosswalk. I’ve lived in Chicago for three years now, since I moved here to pursue a career in publishing. I met Nesta and her sisters almost immediately. Soon after, they introduced me to their friends, and we’ve all been inseparable ever since.

“You’re not actually fucking serious, are you? You can’t just run away because that idiot broke your heart. This is your home.”  Nesta growls, and I hear a door shut from her end of the line. Oh shit, she really has something to say if she felt the need to find a more private venue. Nesta isn’t one to hide her outbursts. Seeing as I’m not in the mood to get my ass chewed and spit back out, I retreat. Strategically, of course. 

“I’ll let you get back to the baby shower. I have to go anyway.” 

Nesta snorts, and I can hear the scowl in her voice. 

“Okay, coward. We’ll talk tomorrow, I’m coming over.” 

I roll my eyes and pocket my cell phone. If there was ever a way to describe Nesta, its ‘Tough love’. I walk the three blocks to my apartment in a huff, trudging through ankle deep snow all the while. I take my frustration out on fluffy piles of snow, kicking at them as I walk. By the time I’m locking the door behind me, my socks are soaked and I’m shivering despite my massive winter coat. You can take the girl out of California, but you can’t take California out of the girl. 

I take a burning hot shower, dress in my warmest pajamas, and I’m curled up in bed in no time. I’m halfway through White Christmas when a text pings on my phone. 

Azriel: Nesta says you’re moving back to SD. Can we talk? 

Instantly, I’m cold as death beneath my plethora of fluffy Christmas blankets. That all too familiar pang in my chest returns in full force, so insistent that I can’t seem to catch my breath. Without meaning to, I’d read the text in his voice. I haven’t heard his voice in months, but it haunts me, a ghost I can never exorcise. I hear it in my dreams, in crowded rooms, in the harmony of some of our favorite songs. A second text pops up. 

Azriel: Please, Alora. I know that you’re seeing this. You can’t keep shutting me out. I’m sorry, okay?

I scoff indignantly, my vision going red. I can’t shut him out? Him? I spent months trying to get him to talk to me, to tell me what was so obviously eating him up inside. Instead of letting me in, he pushed me as far from him as possible.  And then, there was The Mor Incident. I knew he’d had a massive crush on her in college, but I thought it was long over. How naive of me. 

For weeks after I moved out, Azriel tried to contact me everyday. He would text and call constantly, and ask our friends to get me to talk to him. At first, I was too hurt to respond.I needed my own time and space for a while. And when I saw him with Mor, I decided he’d never get a response from me. I knew what I needed to know.  If anyone deserves to be iced out, it's the man who proposed to me and changed his mind about it like he was changing his order at starbucks. 

Azriel: Talk to me. What can I do? 

I grind my teeth and explode up out of my bed, too angry to even sit still. I pace my bedroom, my stomps probably heard by my downstairs neighbor. What can he do? For shit’s sake, if only he’d asked himself that question six months ago. A deluge of memories flood through my mind, dragging me beneath their frigid depths. Our one sided battles, where I begged and pleaded for him to let me in, and he refused. The nights he slept on the couch, or at Cassian’s. But the one that hurts the most, is the last one.

“Jesus christ, just talk to me! Please, Az. I just need you to talk to me.” I plead, tears running freely down my cheeks. 

Azriel keeps his back to me as he hurls clothes into a duffel bag, the muscles of his shoulders tensed to the point of breaking. 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Lora.”

His voice, that deep, melodic voice I love so much, is empty. Devoid of all feeling, all the love that used to shine through in every word he spoke to me. My chest feels like he’s cracked it open, and scraped me empty. Stolen all the warmth, all the joy. The fireplace crackles nearby, and yet I don’t feel a lick of its flame.

“There’s everything to talk about! I don’t even know why you’re leaving. You’ve been in  pain, but you won’t tell me why. You won’t let me help.” I’m yelling now, but he still hasn’t so much as looked my way. A dark, heartrending thought creeps in.

“ Are-are you leaving me?” The question comes out in a broken whisper. I can hear the heartbreak in my own voice, and he curses under his breath. 

Finally, he turns to face me. His face is nearly as empty as his voice, save for the deep purple circles beneath his eyes. Those gorgeous, hazel eyes that are filled with a nameless agony he refuses to share with me. His hair is more tousled than usual, his shirt wrinkled, shoulders slumped. He looks like a man defeated. 

“Fuck baby, of course I’m not leaving you. I just- I need some time. To clear my head.” 

His eyes finally meet mine for a second, and he reaches for me. His fingers barely brush my cheek before he yanks them away, fisting them at his side.

I’m close on his heels as he storms into the living room, towards the front door. 

“But you are, Az. You’re choosing to leave instead of talk to me. We’re supposed to be partners, remember? We're getting married, Az .” I’m desperate now, my voice climbing an octave for every step he takes away from me. 

He stops with his hand on the doorknob, looking over his shoulder at me. But he refuses to meet my gaze again. Like he can’t bear to look at me. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” 

His words hit me like a punch to the stomach, and all the breath leaves my body. A trembling begins in my hands. I feel untethered, like a boat abandoned at sea. 

“You don’t want to get married?” I rasp, hugging my arms around myself. Cold is seeping into my bones, my chest. I don’t think I’ll ever be warm again. 

Azriel struggles for words a few moments longer, a battle raging in the eyes I love most. He turns to me again and I see the tears building in them. I search his face for an explanation, silently begging him. Stay. Please stay. His voice is thick with emotion when he speaks. 

“We can talk about it later. I’m gonna stay with Cassian tonight.” 

He turns towards the door once more, but I can’t stop myself from asking the question that's been buzzing in my head for weeks. 

“Is that really where you’re going, Az?”My voice is clipped, cold to my own ears. He pauses, confusion clear on his face. 

“Are you sure there’s not someone else you’re seeing when you ‘go to Cassian’s’ ?” I demand, placing a hand on the dining table to my right.

 If he gives me the answer I’m expecting, I may well need the support. Azriel’s face goes blank with shock, and he leans back against the door, not able to stand on his own. 

“Jesus, Lor. I’m not fucking cheating on you.” He spits out, as he hoists the duffel bag over his shoulder. 

My relief is short lived.

He wrenches the front door open, and the ancient thing groans like it might very well come off its hinges. In that moment, something snaps inside me. 

“If you walk out that door, you might as well be leaving me. If you walk out right now, we’re done.” 

I expect the words to finally wake him up, to reach where he’s hidden himself away, and bring my Azriel back. The Azriel that planned a picnic for our first date, or ran through the ER with me in his arms when my appendix burst. The Azriel that asked me to marry him, then made love to me under the stars. 

But wherever that Az is, he’s far, far away.  

“I need to go. I’m sorry, Lor” 

After a moment of hesitation, he walks out the door. The sound of it closing like that of the lid of a coffin, sealing me inside.  Alone.

 I stay up all night, waiting for him to come back. Praying that he comes back. I lay alone in our bed, the sheets suddenly frigid and too abundant. All the extra leg room is a slap in the face. I watch the flames in the fireplace dying as the sun rises. Until all that’s left of that once roaring fire are embers. I watch until those too burn out, and go cold. 

I blink, the sound of another message breaking me free of the torturous cycle of  memories. I wipe traitorous tears from my cheeks and retrieve my phone from where I discarded it. 

Nesta: Hey, I might’ve let slip to Elain that you were thinking of moving home. And of course she told Lucien, who told Azriel. Apparently, he wasn’t pleased. I’m sorry, Lor. 

I sigh, type a quick reply and check the time. 9:58pm. Jesus, today has felt like a lifetime. I look around my apartment, at how dark and empty it's become as night has fallen. When I moved in, a week after Az left, I couldn't bring myself to decorate it. Because that would mean that this is home now, and not the house Azriel and I bought together. It would mean that the beautiful victorian in the suburbs was as gone as the life we could’ve lived in it. So, six months later, boxes sit in the corners. The walls are bare, the fireplace unlit even on the coldest of nights. And every night since has been glacial. Suddenly, the loneliness is nearly suffocating. I can’t spend another night just staring at the solitary wasteland my life has become.

All of my friends are together already, and he’s there. So going out alone it is. 

I blast music as I get ready in a rush, effectively drowning out every unwanted thought. I go a little heavy on the eyeliner, hopefully concealing any evidence of tears. I slip into my newest dress, gifted to me by Feyre on my birthday. It's the perfect balance of elegant and sexy. A lovely slip of wine colored silk, skin tight and just the right amount of revealing. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smile for the first time all night. 

Half an hour later, I’m shooting whiskey at Rita’s, scouring the dance floor for my next conquest. Probably not the healthiest coping mechanism, but I digress. The vast room is dark, the only lights being flashing rainbows of color timed to the music. Thick smoke snakes around the dancers, thanks to a mixture of incense and hidden fog machines. The scent of patchouli, sweat, and alcohol tickles my nose. Peculiarly enough, it's not a bad combination. 

As I’m scanning the crowd, nursing a glass of scotch, a pair of unusual green eyes catch my gaze. He’s easily six feet tall, dark haired, and moderately handsome. He’s sitting with his friends, but no longer paying attention to the conversation. Instead, his eyes are shamelessly undressing me, lingering on my exposed legs. When he eventually meets my eyes again, I give him a slow, inviting smile. It only takes him a few moments to cross the bar, and sit on the stool beside mine. 

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing alone on a saturday night?” 

I barely restrain an eye roll at his creative opening line. Instead, I lean closer and give him an obvious lookover. He’s definitely fit, his tight black shirt revealing a broad chest and toned abdomen. But I can’t help but note the lack of tattoos and scars. Once I’m done comparing him to Azriel, I meet his eager eyes again. 

“I’m not exactly alone now, am I?” 

The man smirks, and places a hand on my thigh. 

The next morning, I hurry my house guest out the door as soon as he wakes up. He tries to get my number, but I carefully maneuver my way out of that one. The sex was good, but not that good. 

I shower and dress, then scarf down a quick breakfast. As I’m drinking my second cup of coffee, I finally look around at my sad excuse of an apartment. It's not that the actual space isn’t nice. The hardwood floors are new and shiny looking, the walls a neutral gray, the countertops a gleaming marble. But like last night, it's overwhelmingly empty. 

I take a deep breath and decide today is the day. Hesitantly, I walk to the closest box and start cutting away the packing tape. Each stroke of the scissors is like another nail in the coffin of my old life. I ignore the tears that burn in my eyes and keep cutting. With my heart racing and eyes closed, I reach my hand in and grab the first object I touch. I take three deep breaths in an effort to center myself, and look down at what’s in my hand. 

“Oh for fucks sake.” I exclaim, my heart squeezing painfully. 

The cellophane wrapped bundle of blank wedding invitations glimmers in the morning sunlight, like the fangs of a poisonous snake. Beautiful, but deadly. With a cry, I hurl the invitations across the room. They land with a satisfying thunk against the far wall. I plop down next to the box, letting my head fall into my hands. The wound in my chest is raw and throbbing, an ever present pain. 

Of course it had to be the wedding invitations. It couldn’t be something easy, like a throw pillow or a bunch of CD’s. 

I lean my head back against the wall, and let my eyes fall closed. Would this ever stop hurting? Would there come a day where I wake up, and I don’t reach for him? 

 I’m staring at the box like the dangerous, wicked thing it is when a knock at the door rescues me from my own pity party. 

“Thank fuck.” I mutter to myself, eagerly jumping to my feet and practically running to the door. Nesta had said she’d be coming over today, and I thank my lucky stars at her timing. At least this way, I won’t have to unpack my old life alone. Nesta will help me. I’ll cry, she’ll make me laugh, and we’ll get drunk. Very drunk, knowing us. Maybe we’ll call Elain and Feyre. They’ll spend the night, and tomorrow will be easier. I’ll start looking at apartments in San Diego. As I’m opening the door, I take my first easy breath in days. 

“Thank god, Nes I need-” 

But it isn’t Nesta on the other side of the door. It's Azriel. 

“Hey, Lora. Can I come in?”

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Bed Sharing

I created this list probably about a month or so ago, and I remember being so hopeful for the finale. I never dreamt we would get semi-canon Destiel, but I also never imagined the finale would be that disappointing. I will be posting a list of 15x20 fics, but for now, take this fluff and ignore your problems for a while.

Lock and Key by tricia_16 on AO3. (144,500 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Bookstore Owner Castiel, Musician Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Keeping Secrets, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Smut, Virgin Castiel, Angry Sex, Dubious Content, Recreational Drug Use, Fluff, Dating, Song Lyrics, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: In a world where people get songs stuck in their heads whenever their soulmate is singing out loud, Castiel discovers that being soulmates with an aspiring singer/songwriter can be taxing, to say the least. Finding said soulmate, learning that he's the most attractive human being on the face of the earth, and then not being able to tell him he’s meant for you? It turns out that's even worse. Not having a soulmate is just the icing on the cake on an already crappy life, if you ask Dean. He wants to sell his songs, but he's terrified of singing them himself. He wants to be a mechanic, but he's stuck selling parts, instead. He wants to kiss the ever loving fuck out of Sam's girlfriend's boss, too, but the guy's holding out for his soulmate, which of course means Dean doesn't even have a shot....right?

Notes: The pure terror that struck me at the end of chapter one nearly made me dip out of this, but I stuck through it, and was 100% rewarded with the ending (I screamed. I think everyone is worried about me now).

Stand By Me by whelvenwings on AO3. (31,252 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Slow Dancing, Smut, First Kiss, Canon-Typical Violence, Touch-Starved Dean, Love Confessions.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has been alone for a long, long time. When he and Castiel happen to find each other - a couple of survivors in a world that’s been all but wiped clean - Dean’s looking for his brother; Castiel is looking for something to look for. They stick together, because neither of them much wants to be alone. They hate each other at first, of course. Dean hates Castiel for being weird and quiet and ironic and antagonistic and proud. Castiel hates Dean for being blunt and reckless and coarse, for drinking, for refusing to talk about how he feels and just pretending everything is fine. Most of all, they hate themselves and each other just for being alive. What right do they have to be alive? No one else seems to be. But against his own will, Dean starts to notice things about Castiel that he likes. Starts to hope that Castiel might like him, too. And together, they start to fight for a world where they're both alive - and that's a good thing.

Notes: I know I have recced this multiple times before but it is one of my all time favourite fics so I won’t apologise! It is so cute, and it has everything you could ask for in a fic.

Partnered by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (28,112 words).

Tags: Minor Donna/Jody, Minor Eileen/Sam, Detective Dean Winchester, Lieutenant Castiel, Undercover as Married, Suburbia, Drug Use, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Falling in Love, Love Confessions, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Dean Winchester.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean didn't think that his life as a detective could get much worse after Castiel was promoted to lieutenant. Castiel was a stickler for the rules, had no sense of humour, and never seemed to give Dean a break, even though they used to be partners. But then, despite all of their questionable history, the two are asked to go undercover on a case in the wealthy suburbs of California. . . as a married couple.

Notes: I am screaming, that was so f*cking cute! And the artwork was gorgeous, too. Also, now I ship Jody and Donna. Cas gave off such Holt vibes in this, I was convinced I accidentally started reading a Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic (do those exist?)

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering on AO3. (74,198 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fake Marriage, Human Castiel, Protective Dean Winchester, Touch-Starved Castiel, Mutual Pining, Jealous Dean Winchester, Slow Burn, Depressed Castiel, Fake/ Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: 16 months ago, Cas became human. 12 months ago, Cas left the bunker and a broken-hearted Dean behind. Now they must work a case together, where married couples are dying mysterious deaths and the only way to earn the neighbors' trust is by pretending to be married. Slowly, Dean finds that he loves being in a relationship with Cas, fake or not, and Cas finds his loneliness retreating, despite the harsh reality looming right around the corner. As Dean and Cas navigate this fake, but all too real, relationship, can they find the monster that is on a mysteriously motivated killing spree before it’s too late?

Notes: So cute! My favourite trope! And, as an added bonus, the sharing of a bed. 

flowers in the backyard by justkeeponwriting on AO3. (34,710 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Homeless Castiel, Domestic Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Minor Character Death, References to Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: After Uncle Bobby’s death, Dean goes to check up on the cabin that he’s inherited. Dean hasn’t been at the cabin for years, but he knows Bobby hasn’t renovated it in ages, so he isn’t very thrilled to be saddled with it. Upon arrival, he notices that unlike he expected, it’s not unoccupied, nor falling apart – instead, a stranger called Castiel has made it into his home.

Notes: This was such a relaxing and gentle read, I nearly fell asleep after I finished it! Cas & Dean’s tentative relationship was written absolutely beautifully, too.

What Happened In Vegas by Ltleflrt on AO3. (18,447 words).

Tags: Sam/Eileen, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Teacher Dean, Photographer Castiel, Las Vegas Wedding, Secret Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Switch Dean, Switch Castiel, Fluff.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Long time friends Dean and Castiel are road tripping from Chicago to San Diego for Sam and Eileen’s wedding, and a pitstop in Las Vegas turns into drunken love confessions and a surprise marriage. Turns out the pining has been mutual this whole time, but now they’re finally together and on cloud-fucking-nine. Until they remember that this trip isn’t supposed to be about them. To avoid undermining Sam and Eileen’s important weekend, they decide to keep their new relationship status a secret. They’ll keep the heart eyes toned down and their hands to themselves, but the struggle is real.

Notes: Oh my lord, this was absolutely hilarious (especially that last piece of art - I totally lost it) and adorable. I can totally imagine Dean and Cas getting a cheesy Vegas wedding, and we can all dig Elvis (sorry).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes by wildhoneypie on AO3. (4,942 words).

Tags: Human Castiel, Diners, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Case Fic, Domestic, Didn’t Know They Were Dating.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Cas is human and doesn't understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is...Dean and doesn't understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he's a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Notes: This was so cute and I live for human Cas. I also love the recurring ‘no fucking quipping’ joke in this, although the idea of Cas swearing broke me a bit!

Sharing the Rain Dog by almaasi on AO3. (19,837 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternative Universe - Historical (1999), Fluff, Romance, No Angst, Accidental Dating, First Dates, Rain, Dogs, Pets, FBI Agent Castiel, Musician Dean, Singer Dean, Flustered Dean, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Moving In Together, Living Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...

Notes: Rain Dog was so cute, and so was flustered Dean! The hitting a dog joke is starting to get out of hand, though.

This Game We Play by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (1,195 words).

Tags: High School AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Bed Sharing.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They've always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he's been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.

Notes: This was adorable. I am 100% here for Cas and Dean being childhood friends.

Minty Fresh Kisses by almaasi on AO3. (7,905 words).

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Motel Rooms, Teeth, Dean in Love, Human Castiel, First Kiss, Pancakes, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Dean POV, One Shot.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean teaches a newly-human Castiel how to brush his teeth properly. Things don't go according to plan – but for once, the unexpected development actually presents a more promising outcome.

Notes: This was so sweet, and Cas was so cute as a human! Also, I love fics where Sam is just done with the constant sexual tension, it always makes me laugh.

Wee Little Love Child by almaasi on AO3. (10,649 words).

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Kid Fic, Team Free Will, De-Aged Sam Winchester, Cursed Sam Winchester, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Sam Winchester ships Dean/Cas, Matchmaker Rowena, Parent Castiel, Parent Dean, Affectionate Dean, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: After being magically de-aged, little Sammy is under the impression that Dean and Cas are his parents. He wants to know if they're in love, but they can't (or won't) give a consistent answer. The thing is, they have to grant Sam's greatest wish in order to reverse the curse, but they can only do that as a pair. What does Sam want most? For Dean and Cas to express their true feelings. Aloud. To each other.

Notes: Aw, I love Rowena, and I am 100% here for her cursing Sam just to get Dean and Cas to stop being idiots and actually get together.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again: the fans are in control now. We control the Supernatural content we are getting, so please create the ending you would want to see. And, if anyone wants to talk or rant or suggest a fic, I am always here.

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Under The Stars: Soyeon x Reader

Request: Hi!! So glad you’re taking requests again!! Can you do a soyeon scenario where her gf surprises her and they go on a road trip for her break? Thank you have a good day 😘

After Oh My God promotions ended, and other events (G)I-DLE had died down, the group was finally able to get a break. Minnie decided to go home to Thailand. Yuqi went back home to visit her parents in China. Shuhua went to home to Taiwan, excited because Tzuyu was also heading home on the same flight. The Korean members also joined their families in their respective homes. However, Soyeon had other plans.

As many know Soyeon is a musical genius who never stops working. She’s always writing, singing, producing, or thinking of some way to utilize her skills differently. During this three week break she decided she wanted to try something she’s never done before. A writing camp. Specifically a writing camp in California, where you’re from.

The writing camp was 10 days long and it was in Los Angeles. Soyeon was hesitant at first although she had always wanted to do this. She worried about the language barrier, although music is a universal language, she wasn’t sure about how her lack of English skills would affect her experience. However, with your help she was able to arrange for there to be another Korean speaker who could translate as needed. You’d also be there for when she returned from the writing camp, as you two were staying in California for 14 days.

The plane ride to California was long and Soyeon slept the entire way. You on the other hand didn’t sleep a wink. Soyeon was going to be away from you for 10 of the 14 days you’d be home. As much as you wanted to keep her in the safety of your home, you knew she needed to stay with the other artists and producers overnight.

When you arrived home with Soyeon it was 1:12 am and she had to be at the writing camp at 4:00 pm that day. Although she slept the whole entire way to California, she crashed the second her head hit your pillow when you all arrived to your house.

You laid awake for an hour staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. Soyeon stirred in your arms before readjusting herself so one of her legs was looped in yours, her head on your chest, and an arm around your torso. Kissing the top of her head lightly you mumbled a quiet “i love you” before allowing sleep to wash over you.

Soyeon woke up around 1 pm and had slept off most of her jet lag. She let you sleep in and woke you up at 2:45 when she got bored of having nobody to talk to. Your parents were away on vacation in the Bahamas so the house was dead silent without you awake.

“Baby you don’t have to be nervous ok? I’ll be fine, I have a translator to help me, and you’re only a phone call away.” Soyeon did her best to reassure you that she’ll be fine without you there by her side for two weeks. You sighed and said “ok, ok fine...i just don’t want to be away from you that’s all.” She pulled you close and kissed you before curling back into your embrace. She wanted to spend a little more time with you before you had to drop her off.

The drive to the location of the writing camp was not that long but with the Los Angeles traffic it felt like an eternity. Eventually you all reached a giant mansion in the hills “ok this is it babe”. You tried your best to sound happy but Soyeon knew you were sad to be apart from her for these next 10 days. She hopped out the car and you followed along, pulling her two large suitcases out of the trunk.

Soyeon texted the person who was there to help as a translator and moments later a young Korean girl walked outside to meet you two. “Hi i’m Yena, I’m gonna be Soyeon’s translator and guide for these next 10 days!” She seemed really nice but also super super young, she definitely wasn’t over 16. You asked “how old are you?” She responded “15, my uncle runs the camp and asked if I’d be able to translate for her...is that ok?” You responded “yeah of course I was just curious.”

Soyeon introduced herself to Yena as well before turning to you to say goodbye. You pulled her close before kissing her, your hand cupping the side of her face. You told her Baby, if you need anything call me ok? I don’t care what time it is I’ll pick up, I promise. And don’t forget to eat and sleep, and drink water!” Soyeon laughed and said “ok mom i got it.” You pouted and she told you “you have nothing to worry about I’ll be ok...I have Yena.” She referenced the young girl who was turned away from you to give you privacy. She kissed you once more before following Yena inside the large house, her smile didn’t fade as she waved goodbye. You felt your heart warm as you saw how excited she was about this

You watched as she walked inside, waiting until the door closed behind her. Once you drove off you smiled to yourself knowing your girlfriend was going to have the best 10 days of her life.

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The 10 days went by faster than you expected them to. Soyeon video called you almost every night excited to tell you about everything she did that day. She made friends with a few artists and producers and a lot of them were highly impressed with what she wrote and produced. But she was now ready to come home, back into the safety of your arms.

The car ride to the hills definitely felt longer this time, you just wanted to see your girlfriend again. But eventually after 45 minutes of traffic, you arrived to the gigantic mansion. When you texted Soyeon that you were outside, the front door flew open. She locked eyes with you before sprinting to you, flinging herself into your embrace.

You laughed and asked “you missed me that much huh?” She nuzzled her head into your neck and inhaled your sweet perfume. When she let go you piled her bags into your trunk before you both thanked Yena for everything she did for Soyeon.

The drive home wasn’t that long but it was extremely quiet. Soyeon fell asleep within the first ten minutes of being in the car. When you got home you left her bags in the car and carried her inside and into your bed.

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The next day you woke up with Soyeon in your arms. Your eyes fluttered open as she gazed at you, eyes full of love. The two of you were in and out of sleep for a while before you decided to finally get up and do something.

“What are you doing? Soyeon finally came out from your bedroom, sleepily rubbing her eyes. You had already been up for two hours but she decided to stay in bed.

You’d been packing a beach bag for the two of you along with ordering groceries snacks to be delivered to your house. As you piled everything into the large bag Soyeon tried to peek in, curious as to what you had up your sleeve. You swatted her away and said “go get dressed, wear your bathing suit. I’m taking you to one of my favorite places.” She retreated back to your room to change while you finished packing the bag.

Soyeon continued to question you the whole entire time you drove, all 2 hours. “Baby pleeeasssseee tell me where you’re taking me!” She whined from the passengers seat. You laughed without taking your eyes off the road, “Read the exit signs then.” Soyeon punched your shoulder “you know I can’t understand them, ugh you’re so mean to me.”

Thankfully the traffic wasn’t super bad this time so you all made good time. Arriving at a small beach, you poked her and said “ok we’re here.” She quickly hopped out the car and looked around as if she’d recognize where she was. You told her “we’re in San Diego...my grandad used to take me here. Every weekend he’d bring me down here.”

Soyeon knew how close you and your grandfather were so she was truly grateful that you opened this part of your heart up to her. She helped you pull the large beach bag out from the back of your pickup truck.

The two of you spent the day running around on the beach, swimming, collecting shells, making a sand castle that Soyeon fell on, eating snacks, and laying in the sun.

You made your way back to your truck, pulling blankets and pillows from the back seat and piling them into the back. Once you filled the back you patted for Soyeon to climb in with you.

The two of you watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, turning the sky beautiful hues of orange and pink. You looked at her in awe, the golden light making her skin glow in just the right way. Without looking away you told her “You look so beautiful...like a goddess.” She smiled bashfully and covered her face with her hands “yahhh stop that, i’m embarrassed!” Pulling her hands away from her face you looked into her eyes before kissing her soft lips.

The two of you watched the sky, staring up at the stars that soon appeared. Soyeon broke the silence that fell over the two of you, “you’re lucky you got to see the stars like this. Back home our sky...it’s not like this.” You asked “what do you mean?” She replied “light pollution makes it hard to see beautiful things at night.” You hummed in response and she continued “but luckily it doesn’t keep me from seeing you, the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Your heart sped up with her words and you laughed, hitting her shoulder “how do you do this to me everytime?” She settled in your arms, her body warming yours as the salty air blew a cold wind. The two of you stayed like this, under the stars until it was time to drive back home. You were grateful that you were finally able to show the love of your life one of your favorite places in the world.

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Blog tour! I present to you some info and an excerpt from She’s Faking It by Kristin Rockaway.

She’s Faking It Kristin Rockaway FICTION/Romance/Contemporary  Trade Paperback | Graydon House Books On Sale: 6/30/2020 978152580464 $15.99 $19.99 CAN

You can’t put a filter on reality. Bree Bozeman isn’t exactly pursuing the life of her dreams. Then again, she isn’t too sure what those dreams are. After dropping out of college, she’s living a pretty chill life in the surf community of Pacific Beach, San Diego…if “chill” means delivering food as a GrubGetter, and if it means “uneventful”. But when Bree starts a new Instagram account — @breebythesea — one of her posts gets a signal boost from none other than wildly popular self-help guru Demi DiPalma, owner of a lifestyle brand empire. Suddenly, Bree just might be a rising star in the world of Instagram influencing. Is this the direction her life has been lacking? It’s not a career choice she’d ever seriously considered, but maybe it’s a sign from the universe. After all, Demi’s the real deal… right? Everything is lining up for Bree: life goals, career, and even a blossoming romance with the chiseled guy next door, surf star Trey Cantu. But things are about to go sideways fast, and even the perfect filter’s not gonna fix it. Instagram might be free, but when your life looks flawless on camera, what’s the cost?

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Kristin Rockaway is a native New Yorker with an insatiable case of wanderlust. After working in the IT industry for far too many years, she traded the city for the surf and chased her dreams out to Southern California, where she spends her days happily writing stories instead of software. When she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and son, and planning her next big vacation.

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Excerpt

From Chapter Two

“Don’t these books make your purse really heavy? There’s gotta be some app where you can store all this information.”

“Studies show you’re more likely to remember things you’ve written by hand, with physical pen and paper.” She reached across my lap and opened the glove compartment, removing a notebook with an antiqued photograph of a vintage luxury car printed on the cover. “For example, this is my auto maintenance log. Maybe if you’d kept one of these, like I told you to, we wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.”

I loved Natasha, I really did. She was responsible and generous, and without her I’d likely be far worse off than I already was, which was a horrifying thought to consider. But at times like this, I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake the shit out of her.

“A maintenance log wouldn’t have helped me.”

“Yes, it would have. Organization is about more than decluttering your home. It’s about decluttering your mind. Making lists, keeping records—these are all ways to help you get your life in order. If you’d had a maintenance log, this problem wouldn’t have caught you off guard in the middle of your delivery shift. You’d have seen it coming, and—”

“I saw it coming.”

“What?”

“This didn’t catch me off guard. The check engine light came on two weeks ago.” Or maybe it was three.

“Then why didn’t you take it to the mechanic?” She blinked, genuinely confused. Everything was so cut-and dried with her. When a car needed to be serviced, of course you called the mechanic.

That is, if you could afford to pay the repair bill.

Fortunately, she put two and two together without making me say it out loud. “Oh,” she murmured, then bit her lip. I could almost hear the squeak and clank of wheels turning in her head as she tried to piece together the solution to this problem. No doubt it included me setting up a journal or logbook of some sort, though we both knew that would be pointless. The last time she’d tried to set me up with a weekly budget planner, I gave up on day two, when I realized I could GrubGetter around the clock for the rest of my life and still never make enough money to get current on the payments for my student loans. You know, for that degree I’d never finished.

But Natasha was a determined problem solver. It said so in her business bio: “Natasha DeAngelis, Certified Professional Organizer®, is a determined problem solver with a passion for sorting, purging, arranging, and containerizing.” My life was a perpetual mess, and though she couldn’t seem to be able to clean it up, that didn’t stop her from trying. Over and over and over again.

“I’ll pay for the repairs,” she said.

“No.” I shook my head, fending off the very big part of me that wanted to say yes. “I can’t take any money from you.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “Business is booming. I’ve got so much work right now that I’ve actually had to turn clients away. And ever since Al introduced that new accelerated orthodontic treatment, his office has been raking it in. We can afford to help you.”

“I know.” Obviously, my sister and her family weren’t hurting for cash. Aside from her wildly successful organizing business, her husband, Al, ran his own orthodontics practice. They owned a four-bedroom house, leased luxury cars, and took triannual vacations to warm, sunny places like Maui and Tulum. They had a smart fridge in their kitchen that was undoubtedly worth more than my nonfunctioning car.

But my sister wasn’t a safety net, and I needed to stop treating her like one. She’d already done so much for me. More than any big sister should ever have to do.

“I just can’t,” I said.

“Well, do you really have any other choice?” There was an edge to Natasha’s voice now. “If you don’t have a car, how are you going to work?”

“I’ll figure something out.” The words didn’t sound very convincing, even to my own ears. For the past four years, all I’d done was deliver food. I had no other marketable skills, no references, no degree.

I was a massive failure.

Tears pooled in my eyes. Natasha sighed again.

“Look,” she said, “maybe it’s time to admit you need to come up with a solid plan for your life. You’ve been in a downward spiral ever since Rob left.”

She had a point. I’d never been particularly stable, but things got a whole lot worse seven months earlier, when my live-in ex-boyfriend, Rob, had abruptly announced he was ending our three-year relationship, quitting his job, and embarking on an immersive ayahuasca retreat in the depths of the Peruvian Amazon.

“I’ve lost my way,” he’d said, his eyes bloodshot from too many hits on his vape pen. “The Divine Mother Shakti at the Temple of Eternal Light can help me find myself again.”

“What?” I’d been incredulous. “Where is this coming from?”

He’d unearthed a book from beneath a pile of dirty clothes on our bed and handed it to me—Psychedelic Healers: An Exploratory Journey of the Soul, by Shakti Rebecca Rubinstein.

“What is this?”

“It’s the book that changed my life,” he’d said. “I’m ready for deep growth. New energy.”

Then he’d moved his belongings to a storage unit off the side of the I-8, and left me to pay the full cost of our monthly rent and utilities on my paltry GrubGetter income.

I told myself this situation was only temporary, that Rob would return as soon as he realized that hallucinating in the rainforest wasn’t going to lead him to some higher consciousness. But I hadn’t heard from him since he took off on that direct flight from LAX to Lima. At this point, it was probably safe to assume he was never coming back.

Which was probably for the best. It’s not exactly like Rob was Prince Charming or anything. But being with him was better than being alone. At least I’d had someone to split the bills with.

“Honestly,” she continued, “I can’t stand to see you so miserable anymore. Happiness is a choice, Bree. Choose happy.”

Of all Natasha’s pithy sayings, “Choose happy” was the one I hated most. It was printed on the back of her business cards in faux brush lettering, silently accusing each potential client of being complicit in their own misery. If they paid her to clean out their closets, though, they could apparently experience unparalleled joy.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

She scowled. “It is not.”

“It is, actually. Shitty things happen all the time and we have no choice in the matter. I didn’t choose to be too broke to fix my car. I work really hard, but this job doesn’t pay well. And I didn’t choose for Rob to abandon me to go find himself in the Amazon, either. He made that choice for us.”

I almost mentioned the shittiest thing that had ever happened to Natasha or to me, a thing neither of us had chosen. But I stopped myself before the words rolled off my lips. This evening was bad enough without rehashing the details of our mother’s death.

“Sometimes things happen to us that are beyond our control,” Natasha said, her voice infuriatingly calm. “But we can control how we react to it. Focus on what you can control. And it does no good to dwell on the past, either. Don’t look back, Bree—”

“Because that’s not where you’re going. Yes, I know. You’ve said that before.” About a thousand times.

She took a deep breath, most likely to prepare for a lengthy lecture on why it’s important to stay positive and productive in the face of adversity, but then a large tow truck lumbered onto the cul-de-sac and she got out of the car to flag him down.

Grateful for the interruption, I ditched the casserole on her dashboard and walked over to where the driver had double-parked alongside my car.

“What’s the problem?” he asked, hopping down from the cab.

“It won’t start,” I said, to which Natasha quickly followed up with, “The check engine light came on several weeks ago, but the car has not been serviced yet.”

He grunted and popped the hood, one thick filthy hand stroking his braided beard as he surveyed the engine. Another grunt, then he asked for the keys and tried to start it, only to hear the same sad click and whine as before.

“It’s not the battery.” He leaned his head out of the open door. “When was the last time you changed your timing belt?”

“Uh… I don’t know.”

Natasha shook her head and mouthed, Maintenance log! in my direction but I pretended not to see.

The driver got out and slammed the hood shut. “Well, this thing is hosed.”

“Hosed?” My heart thrummed in my chest. “What does that mean? It can’t be fixed?”

He shrugged, clearly indifferent to my crisis-in-progress. “Can’t say for sure. Your mechanic can take a closer look and let you know. Where do you want me to tow it?”

I pulled out my phone to look up the address of the mechanic near my apartment down in Pacific Beach. But Natasha answered before I could google it up.

“Just take it to Encinitas Auto Repair,” she said. “It’s on Second and F.”

“You got it,” he said, then retreated to his truck to fiddle with some chains.

Natasha avoided my gaze. Instead, she focused on calling a guy named Jerry, who presumably worked at this repair shop, and told him to expect “a really old Civic that’s in rough shape,” making sure to specify, “It’s not mine, it’s my sister’s.”

I knew she was going to pay for the repairs. It made me feel icky, taking yet another handout from my big sister. But ultimately, she was right. What other choice did I have?

The two of us stayed quiet while the driver finished hooking up my car. After he’d towed it away down the cul-desac and out of sight, Natasha turned to me. “Do you want to come over? Izzy’s got piano lessons in fifteen minutes, you can hear how good she is now.”

Even though I did miss my niece, there was nothing I wanted to do more than go home, tear off these smelly clothes, and cry in solitude. “I’ll take a rain check. Thanks again for coming to get me.”

“Of course.” She started poking at her phone screen. A moment later, she said, “Your Lyft will be here in four minutes. His name is Neil. He drives a black Sentra.” A quick kiss on my cheek and she was hustling back to her SUV.

As I watched Natasha drive away, I wished—not for the first time—that I could be more like her: competent, organized, confident enough in my choices to believe I could choose to be happy. Sometimes I felt like she had twenty years on me, instead of only six. So maybe instead of complaining, I should’ve started taking her advice.

 Excerpted from She’s Faking It by Kristin Rockaway, Copyright © 2020 by Allison Amini. Published by Graydon House Books.

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I'M A SOUL AND I'M PERFECT: An illuminating past-life regression exercise at Deepak Chopra's meditation centre

In his Indian accent, still quite prominent even after more than 40 years in the United States, Deepak calmly instructs us to close our eyes and simply breathe and focus on silently repeating our personal mantra. Within a minute or so, my body feels less rigid and my breathing is slower. I sense my body sinking deeper into the chair with every mantra recitation.

Deepak then instructs us to “picture a screen of your consciousness and see yourself today and recapitulate everything that has happened so far.” Within a few seconds of his prompt, I picture waking up and writing in my diary in the hotel room, walking to get coffee as it's still dark, doing a Yoga class outside on the lawn by the golf course as the sun is rising, sitting in the ballroom for morning meditation session for a half an hour, having lunch with other attendees out on the hotel terrace. Deepak then says to become aware of any flashes of memories, not in order but just as they come, of the day each of us left home to come here. I see the images of packing my suitcase, of saying goodbye to the kids, of Brooke mentioning that she liked this “new, calmer Ken” who was about to drive down to San Diego for a spiritual retreat, of me arriving at the resort and feeling nervous about what I'd just committed to doing for the next six days.

Moving into the past

As I swim in the images, Deepak says to recall a significant event from “the last 10 years or so” that was emotionally important in some way—good or bad. I round off to 13 years ago and think of my son Jackson being born. The image is so vivid of my pale baby son with a big head and big blue eyes, of touching his tiny hand in the delivery room and him squeezing it, cementing a bond that's unbreakably beautiful. By now, I'm in a trancelike state as Deepak says to imagine a time in my teens. My mental picture shows a white banner strung across my house that my Mom made, reading CONGRATULATIONS, KENNY! after I'd won a World Cup hockey tournament. I smile as I relive the moment as clearly as if it were yesterday. Deepak asks us to remember when we were under 12 and I see me playing baseball with my brothers on a field near our house. The scene plays out like a movie. I'm both viewer and participant. My father is coaching us, laughing and hitting ground balls to all of us. I feel my eyes welling with tears. I miss Dad. I want to reach out and touch him, squeeze his hand like Jackson did to mine in that delivery room. I'm emotionally and physically immersed in the regression exercise. I'm not asleep, but also not quite conscious. This is the closest I've ever come to having an out-of-body experience. Perhaps I'm in “the gap”; maybe I've found the amorphous space in which the soul resides. I'm just being. Deepak then tells us to think of when we were babies, under two years old. At first, I'm having trouble, but I soften my mind’s eye and eventually an image of me staring up from my crib at a colourful mobile comes before me. It’s joyful, innocent, and simple—much in the way that I've been learning this week is our true, natural state of being, before our ego invades and distracts and our nurture of parents, of culture, of traumas overshadows our nature.

Then, in his soothing drone, Deepak asks for us to see ourselves in the womb. My chest is rising and falling on its own, a soothing force of life, as if the universe is passing through me like my Yoga teacher likes to describe the sensation. Every muscle in my body feels relaxed. I'm in a fully meditative state when a totally black picture emerges before me. I'm floating in water and can only hear the pulse of my heartbeat and primordial squishing sounds amid the fluids of the womb. Under Deepak’s spell, I've lost track of time and space. This exercise could've been going on for 10 minutes or an hour—I have no clue. Fully immersed in the moment, I hear Deepak ask us to regress further and see ourselves in “previous lives.” A series of images immediately pop into my head. First, I see me in what looks like the 1800s or maybe early 1900s and I'm a pretty woman with big breasts wearing a fancy dress, as if I'm in high society. I don’t look very nice or warm. Then I see me as a peasant in some period of time long ago, like several hundred years ago, draped in drab gray clothing. It seems as if I'm begging in the streets of some ancient-type place. Then I see myself as a black woman in Africa; I'm topless, with big, floppy breasts.

Back to the present moment

After some period of time, Deepak invokes us to slowly open our eyes and “come back into the present.” My gaze comes into focus as the lights slowly turn back on in the ballroom. It's the evening of July 13, 2016, and my body is in Carlsbad, California. After seemingly having just travelled back in time, I've never felt more in the present. And I came to this sensation, this awareness, by turning off my thoughts, creating a space in which I could just experience my being. By losing my mind, I connected with my soul. I've found a way to create space for me, a bigger space of self-awareness and peace than the one I've been able to find with my Headspace apps. I'd just transcended my physical self. And in that space, in between the breaths and the thoughts and distractions of my life, I found a tranquillity that I’ve never found praying to Jesus, getting my Tarot cards read, studying the Bible, or staring at a sunset. It’s a place where my stomach doesn’t hurt, my mind isn’t consumed with worry, and I don’t feel shame or guilt that I'm not a good enough father or husband or son or brother or E! News correspondent. In this space, I'm a soul. And I'm perfect. «RELATED READ» BORIS’S STORY: How an academic merged scientific and spiritual belief to find peace within» image 1: Yahoo via Wikimedia Commons (Creative Commons BY-SA); image 2: Pexels Click to Post

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Fire at Mt. Laguna: “You are coming home with us, NOW!”

Trail Angel - A generous individual or group of individuals that provide acts of kindness to people on long hiking trails.

Knock on wood, fire has not been the dominant story of the 2019 PCT hiking season as it has been for the past several years.  However, it is important to remember that last year’s Camp Fire that destroyed Paradise, California and burned over 150,000 acres did not start until November 8th.

Dave Baugher writes about dodging ‘The Gun Fire’ as he walked through the Lagunas very early in the season five years ago. As a retired fire professional himself, Dave incorporates some wisdom for other hikers as they scan the landscape for ‘Safety Zones’. Dave notes that the best locations are usually “in the black,” those with a minimum of, or devoid of ground/aerial vegetation.  Areas to avoid would be downwind from a fire, in narrow canyons, or locations that require a steep uphill escape route.

By Dave Baugher

After beginning at Campo on March 3rd, 2014, today was my 5th day on the trail and Mt. Laguna was my first stop, having spent the night at the Mt. Laguna Inn.  A complete neophyte at hiking the PCT, I had a lot to learn.  However, I did get an introductory lesson about Trail Angels during this trip, especially those who don’t know they are trail angels.  Let me tell you the story.

That morning started with a hearty mountain breakfast at the Pine House Café, I enjoyed hot coffee with casual conversation with the Café owner, Nica. She told me her story about the 4th of July weekend when a huge fire hit the area and the town was evacuated.  She stayed using her huge holiday food inventory to feed the firefighters protecting the silent town.  It was a memorable story, yet the time passed way too quickly, and before I realized it was time for me to return hiking northwards on the Pacific Crest Trail. 

I bid farewell to Nica then headed outside to return the trail.  Unfortunately for me, outside the morning wind was howling and blowing like a banshee through the southern California forest.  The weather forecast indicated that an onshore wind event would continue blowing into the next day, but hopefully, as I departed the hamlet of Mt. Laguna, hiking toward the ridges overlooking the bronze Anza Borrego desert, the weather would cooperate and winds would subside at the lower elevations as I headed northwards.

The PCT wound around the ridges in a contorted pathway through a maze then skirted a mountain top radar station.  Merrily, I hiked along and entered a blackened, burnt-out area that spanned as far as the eye could see, this was the devastation left by the disastrous Chariot Fire.  The July 2013 fire had destroyed over some 7,000 acres of forest forcing the evacuation of the town of Mt. Laguna.  This was the aftermath of Nica’s fire.  Exposed bare landscape funneled the wind over ridge tops and with no trees for protection, swirled around me like a mini-tornado.  I admit that earlier in the hike when going through some of the dense, tall chaparral and manzanita, consideration was given to what to do if there were a fire here.  My training in the fire service highlighted the importance of "Safety Zones"; areas where one can retreat if in danger from an approaching fire, and I had consciously thought about where I would go if threatened. 

Safety zones defined by the National Wildfire Coordinating Group (NWCG) are locations where a threatened firefighter can find adequate refuge from an approaching fire without using a fire shelter.  Considerations for safety zones are topography, winds fire behavior and fuels in the area.  The best locations are usually “in the black,” those with a minimum of, or devoid of ground/aerial vegetation.  Areas for the firefighter (or hiker) to avoid would be downwind from a fire, narrow canyons, or locations that require a steep uphill escape route.

Dave, I thought to myself “If there is a fire or the faintest smell of smoke, you are heading to a safety zone FAST!” as I had walked the brushy canyons of the Hauser Wilderness area and the sections out of Lake Moreno.  However this morning my thoughts were far from those areas as I reviewed the landscape around me.

Hiking alone with the wind whistling in my ears, I spied a couple who were walking along the same trail toward me.  We stopped, exchanged greetings and talked for a few minutes.  Introducing themselves as Doug and McKay, they said they had come up from San Diego to walk this part of the PCT this fine morning.  Starting early, their goal was to have lunch and beer at the Pine House Café, then reversing their route, hike back to their car and return home.  I told them about my great breakfast that very morning and asked them to say hello for me to Nica when they arrived at the restaurant.  Doug asked me questions about gear, expectations about my water needs on the trail and life thus far along my adventure.  He was aware and inquisitive about the 30-mile waterless stretch coming up where the water tank at Rodriguez Flat would mark the start for that dry part of the trail and asked if I was concerned about hiking the section.  Replying that I had plenty of water storage in my pack -- I could carry several gallons of water if needed.  The hydration reservoir carried 3 liters of water, my two Smartwater bottles added another two liters and collapsible containers rounded a robust water reserve that I felt would carry me into the dry sections ahead.

They were a very nice couple and I wished them the best of luck as we parted. Reviewing the map, I noted that at mile 46.6, there was a spur trail to a spot named, Fosters Point, a lookout with a permanent guide to the views from the summit.  Supposedly on a clear day, one can see Mt. San Jacinto, the second highest peak in Southern California, numerous other peaks and the desert below from the lookout.  Figuring that would be a great spot for a break and snack, I mentally noted to take the spur trail to the summit when passing the point. 

In no time I found the spur, and indeed when I reached the peak, incredible expansive views greeted me.  The Anza Borrego desert spread below, the blue-grey Salton Sea shimmered to my left, and the snow-covered peak of Mt. San Jacinto poked into the sky one hundred miles away.  Enjoying the expansive views, I rotated around slowly and a shocking sight came into my view.  A 1,000' column of smoke was rising boiling into the sky, generated by a fire over a nearby ridge and fueled by the gusty winds blowing in my face.  The "Gun Fire" as I discovered later was indeed burning in my direction and the town of Mt. Laguna.  My position there at Foster Point was safe; the burned area from the Chariot Fire would not be ready to ignite again for a long time.  However, it was time for me to move along and leave this area immediately.  So I packed the remnants of my snack away, took a good long drink of water, then returned to the trail.

Two hours later and seven miles further along the trail, my guidebook indicated there was a clean water source at the Penny Pines Recreation Area approximately a quarter-mile from the trail alongside a county highway.  I followed a spur trail that intersected an old, very busy blacktop road.  The recreation area and my water source was across the roadway, so I waited for a break in the heavy traffic to cross and waited.  Traffic streamed down the hill and really I did not think about it as I waited for my opportunity to cross.

My chance finally came and I hurried across the busy highway, crossed a gate leading to a water spigot by a county sign.  Confusion and befuddlement entered my conscious as I heard my name being called loudly from the roadway.  "Dave, Dave, Dave!" yelled a figure standing by the gate I had crossed along the roadway.  "What in the world?” I thought as I returned to the gate to be greeted by McKay.  Hurriedly, she explained that the town of Mt. Laguna had been shut down and evacuated due to the threat from the fire.  They had been leisurely having a beer over lunch at the Pine Mountain Café & Tavern when Nica received a call from the sheriff to close down the business and evacuate.  Doug and McKay returned to their car and headed for home then abruptly stopped when they saw me crossing the highway. 

McKay aggressively urged me to accept a ride with them to get out of the area, “You are coming home with us, NOW!” was what I distinctly remember her speaking loudly in my face. Calmly, we talked about the threat from the fire and when I revealed my firefighting background as the Chief of the Ebbetts Pass Fire District, with the knowledge about fire-tactics, safety and my personal understanding about my situation, McKay noticeably relaxed. She gave me a huge hug, wished me the best then ran back to the car.  I waved goodbye to them both, turned back to the water spigot and filled my water bottles, struck by the thoughtfulness and concern from people I had just met toward a solitary hiker on the Pacific Crest Trail. 

I kept hiking for another 10 miles before making camp in a boulder-strewn area, where there was no sign of fire or the smell of smoke, though the wind continued to blow.  The day had been memorable in many ways.  However, after thoughtful consideration, I realized that I had encountered my first, “Trail Angels” for my trip on the Pacific Crest Trail.   McKay and Doug were the first, and lord knows not the last of these thoughtful, generous individuals providing kindness and consideration to folks like me along the trail.

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