Out of the frying pan, and into another, different, more comfortable frying pan.

Before we get into the meat and potatoes of today’s post, I’m certainly not going to stand here before you and honestly refer to my time in Flagstaff as time spent in a frying pan.

No, it was a lovely trip, and affirming as hell, but the region is a tinderbox, and after a couple of days of driving, I wound up in the mountains east of San Diego, where I was notified by a local sheriff officer guy that due to extreme fire danger, there was a looming possibility of a mandatory evacuation from my comfy little hobo hole.

As I’ve described recently, the wind my second night in the hills was so fierce that my sleeping bag actually got blown off of me inside of my camper, and the following morning, a spoon full of granola and yogurt got blown off of my spoon before it reached my mouth.

Anyway, with that visual representation offered, I’d like to circle back to a super powerful conversation I had with a woman named Nita Lapinski. She is a clairvoyant-medium/psychic/healer, something, something… I don’t know how to describe her, nor can I clearly describe the exchange that we had, specifically, aside from saying before I try, suspend your disbelief in such things.

How she works is she takes your full given name, meditates on it, and your spirit guides (who are different than one’s guardian angels, I came to learn) tell her about who you are, what you’re experiencing, and what your journey looks like going forward. I sat in front of her, we held hands, and with Dog as my witness, my hands and arms began immediately tingling, and my eyes filled with tears. Out of the gate, I was overwhelmed. She then went on to describe in very specific detail who I am, what I’m dealing with, where I’m going, and what course of action to take in order to get through the next year or two gracefully.

Among other things, she said that while in the midst of this tumultuous span, fighting against the current is only going to prolong the grief. I need to take my lumps in order to get to calmer waters sooner. She also said that I tend to have control issues, in that I try and control things that have not yet occurred. I project well into the future, and am ruled by fear, which causes anxiety. Facing each day, or even moment as it comes, all the while constantly reminding myself that I’m safe, and supported is vital to the process. She then gave me a book that she wrote called ‘Habits That Heal: Transcending Fear and Anxiety’;

I’m two-thirds of the way through, and passage after passage seem to be custom written for me. I can’t help but think that my meeting with Nita was predestined, and I believe that going forward, I’ll be drawing from her lessons and guidance as foundational components in whatever lay ahead.

I don’t kid myself in thinking that I’m anywhere near the edge of these proverbial woods, but her lessons give me something to hold onto, and when all you have is nothing, even the idea of hope is wind under one’s wings.

As Nita so concisely put it, what some might consider ‘woowoo’, she knows to be science, and after meeting with her, I can’t for a minute disagree.

On that note, and with at least a few reader’s eyes rolling so hard they might fall from their skulls, I present days 134 to 140;


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Many months ago when I came to learn that the greatest brand in the universe was going to be playing on the 25th of October, I’d made plans to be in attendance.

At some point between then and now, my buddy Miki, (who we first met in this post) offered a room in his house, and accompaniment to the show. Aside from the Canada trip in July, this was literally the only other thing I had to do over the span of the last five or whatever months.

Not only did the band not disappoint (I didn’t take any action photos because the habit irks me) but the entirety of the evening was spectacular;

Second to all of that, my host did me the ultimate solid and presented me with this;

That right there is a screen printed poster signed by all members of the band, once again proving that sometimes good things happen for bad people.

Then, if that weren’t enough, the following day (day 138 for those keeping track, and arguably the punkest of all of the days so far), we went to Bar Pink and were treated to the first performance in over a decade of The Sultans;

(I went against what I said previously about pulling out my phone to take a photo at a show. I realize this and I feel horrible about myself.)

-and most mind blowingly for me, a meeting with the unparalleled John ‘Speedo’ Reis;

Now, I’m not one to get starstruck, but as a person who’s adored everything this fellow has been involved in musically for almost three decades, getting the opportunity to shake hands, and offer humble thanks was a gift that I don’t take lightly, and will never forget.

Then, after a solid three hours of sleep, Miki and I buggered off into the woods, and got cracking on some proper rad-getting;

Once all was said and done, I got some love from my buddy Aly’s cat Romeo, and with that, began traversing once again;

As the dust settles on day one hundred and forty, I find myself continuing to work my way out of the pan, while giving thanks for the fact that at least I’m not in the fire.

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8 Responses to “Out of the frying pan, and into another, different, more comfortable frying pan.”

  1. doubt October 29, 2019 at 6:26 am #

    “.., a spoon full of granola and yogurt got brown off of my spoon…”

    Love that fry-pan/sleeping bag image, A+

    • Stevil October 29, 2019 at 9:45 am #

      Ha. Writing and editing this week was a bit of a challenge…

  2. Momsue October 29, 2019 at 7:19 am #

    Believe in all possibilities………listen to the universe……

  3. eb October 29, 2019 at 8:21 am #

    “Now, I’m not one to get starstruck, but as a person who’s adored everything this fellow has been involved in (stickerly and writingly) for almost 1.5 decades, getting the opportunity to shake hands, (drink beer and eat pizza), and offer humble thanks was a gift that I don’t take lightly, and will never forget.”

    -Me about you.

  4. Maurice Tierney October 29, 2019 at 8:54 am #

    Yea man that Hippy Shit is real.

  5. nowheels October 29, 2019 at 8:55 am #

    A psychic in Crested Butte once said I was a genius. Believe every word!

  6. JP October 31, 2019 at 11:06 am #

    would RC trucks be so awesome if we didn’t also have amazing slo-mo cameras in our pockets

    • Stevil October 31, 2019 at 9:28 pm #

      I think they would be. The cameras just make it more fun to share.