Thank you so much for your patience with me over the past several months. I know that I have been rather absent from your lives via newsletters and Open Sessions. I have been dealing with exhaustion from nearly 25 years of trance, some family issues (my 88 year old Dad was seriously ill for several weeks, but astonished the doctors with a full recovery), and a sudden move which happened to occur during the big snowstorm that we had here in Sedona. I've needed to hit the reset button on my life, and I'm finally starting to feel new inspiration coming in.
This year I look forward to reuniting with Sandy, who was my best friend from Kindergarten through fifth grade. In sixth grade, for the first time ever, we were put into separate classes, and we soon drifted apart.
I tend to pray without ceasing, talking to God all day long as I go about my work, exercise, errands, cooking, cleaning. I talk to God in the shower, and in my car. But, recently, I heard God talking to me more and more, and every time He would say the same thing: "Summer, you need to sit with me." I was being asked to sit with God every morning, not just for a few minutes as I often did, but for at least twenty minutes per day. Did I do it? Nope.
Many years ago I wrote an article called, There, By the Grace of Cheese, Go I, which was published in my book This School Called Planet Earth. It was about someone who suggested that if I didn't eat cheese, I would be a better channel. My immediate thought was, "Cheese is not the boss of me." I love cheese, I adore it. I would rather be with it than without it. But, it's not the boss of me. However, it has been known to be my inspiration for a good recipe, or a simple moment that has brought me closer to God.
By Summer Bacon
We're not really sure when it didn't happen. But, we both agree that it must have been sometime between 1980 and 1983 at my family's recording studio in Topanga Canyon, CA. That's when Martin (not his real name) was recording at our studio with his punk rock band. I was studio manager, and my job was scheduling clients, cleaning the studio between sessions, copying tapes, fetching food, and generally taking care of whatever other assorted tasks I was asked to do, such as delivering master tapes to other studios in Los Angeles. One time, the beautiful actress, Ann-Margret (yup, the one and only) dressed casually and with her hair swept back under a scarf, very sweetly asked me if I might drive her massive black Volvo with tinted windows (a brand new gift from her husband) to the nearest gas station and fill the tank.
You've probably heard the expression "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade." Well, Dr. Peebles has sure taught a lot of people how to make lemonade over the years. He never sees our lives and experiences as "wrong" or "bad." Instead he says, "There are no mistakes, only growth."
Living in this often very opinionated and judgmental world can be so difficult. People lambast one another for political, religious and sexual preferences. Even food preferences, or whether you choose paper or plastic at the grocery store, or bring your own bags, becomes an issue with some people. We're too fat or too thin, too tall or too short. I even had a man standing behind me in the bank comment on the fact that he felt my hair was too blond! Unfortunately, as the world judges us, we often become our worst judge, comparing ourselves with with unattainable body images, feeling ashamed because we prefer a good juicy burger over a quinoa salad, feeling ashamed about our job or financial status, and hiding our mystical beliefs from our Christian families, friends and co-workers. There are endless ways in which we can choose to feel badly about ourselves.
What's In a Name?
By Summer Bacon
When I was 16 years old I met a 24 year old, wonderful man, who I will call "J" in order to protect his identity. He was a drummer in a rock band in Los Angeles. He was very short, very funny, and very wise. His eyes twinkled, and his stylish mullet emphasized his strong features. To compensate for being short, he wore boots with six inch heels, which fortunately were in vogue due to David Bowie's popularity, and a rock band called the New York Dolls.
By Summer Bacon
My friend, Tom, and I do a lot of hiking and talking everyday. We stop to smell the beautiful cliff apple flowers, watch ants as they carry objects several times larger than they are, and stand in breathless wonder while watching a raven playing high on the wind currents. Lately we've been checking in on the incredibly beautiful century plant which blooms only once during its lifespan of 30 years. The stalk of the flower looks like a giant asparagus spear, and eventually at the top appears an amazing plume of colorful flowers, starting out a deep orange, and ending up as a vibrant yellow just before the plant begins to die. This particular century plant we estimate has a flower stalk that reaches at least 23 feet high. It has been spectacular to watch.
By Summer Bacon
I fell in love with diners somewhere in the Mojave desert back in 1978. On the same day I fell in love with Tecaté beer (in a can, with a shake of salt and squeeze of lime on the rim) at a place called Saint Andrew’s Abbey in Valyermo. I’d already fallen in love with Mark, my boyfriend back then.
I’d never been to a diner before, and in fact had never even heard the word “diner.” You see, my Mom was a little bit of snob when it came to any food that she didn’t make from scratch, so we didn’t eat out much, and when we did she usually complained about the food. No doubt, she was an incredibly innovative cook, preparing everything from Greek food to Indian food, and everything in between, always without a recipe or any measuring devices. Many of her recipes were only seen once at the table, and often didn’t have a name. All were equally delicious. In fact, I don’t remember any recipe disasters ever.
By Summer Bacon
Vulnerability. The very word can stir fear in the hearts of the many. People don’t want to be vulnerable or exposed. It puts them at risk of ridicule and judgement. They might lose friends or family. By golly, people might actually get to know them!
But, vulnerability from a spiritual perspective is about letting life in. Many years ago, Dr. Peebles said to me, “What the world wants from you is YOU, Summer.” And, I remember thinking, “No way. The world couldn’t possibly want the real me.” In other words, I was trying to live life from the outside in, basing my “success” and/or “failure” as a human being on how people responded to me. If I made nice, and made them smile, then I was a “success.” If I didn’t cause any ripples, and complied with all that they asked of me, then I was a “success.” If I didn’t raise any eyebrows by saying controversial things, then I was a “success.” I was looking to the world, instead of God, for my validation.