TAHOE/TRUCKEE, Calif. — The fifth annual Wanderlust Festival was smooth as silk, blanketing the Squaw Valley with vendors in the Village, tents and rooms full of yoga practice, hula hoops and music weaving a nearly mystical experience, again.
The quiet thrum of festival activity and energy was summed up by Jeff Krasno, who with his wife Schuyler Grant developed what is now a global Wanderlust phenomenon:
“We didn’t have a clear central core mission … but we also grew up with clear values around sustainability, trying to give back to the world in some degree … as we began to understand the event … those ideas bubbled to the surface, gathering and creating community about mindful living.”
Having a good time was also mentioned.
During Schuyler’s yoga class, held in The Mothership by YogaTree (aka Olympic Village Lodge), she encouraged breathing into your kidneys, chest and heart forward. Yogi mistress Sean Corn opened students to the sacred feminine, smoothly incanting to accept the trauma that does exist in our past, suggesting we might have come to Wanderlust with a little more baggage than we thought. That we can open those bags, take a deep breath and give it to the universe, exhale it to the mountain.
Corn reminds us the trauma, the pain, the loss — our paths with the exact steps we have taken — make us who we are. And who we are can be transformed, as we let go of our literal perceptions of self, the parent, the child, the lover — the stories that are attached to our genes.
Through love and truth and cultivating tools we can stay wholly in our bodies, not reacting to the world’s triggers from our past selves at ages 15, 20 or 8, but as present and conscious beings: the Sacred Feminine.
Wanderlust’s sense of magic in the spiritually powerful valley was ubiquitous. Kelly Jacobson, from Placerville, Calif., had a heck of a week previous. She noted there was positive energy afoot. For the second year she attended with her daughter, who was visiting from Holland.
Jacobson looked at an art piece, a jade-colored Buddha perched an old-style telephone dial. She looked at the phone, and was struck by a memory, “Look busy, Jesus is calling.”
Jeweler Mali Sabatasso found an angel. Just when she needed it, Jennifer Keller wandered into her life. “It had just been a hellacious week,” said San Franciscan Keller, who had contemplated not attending Wanderlust because of the week’s maelstrom.
Keller’s friend encouraged her, telling her where she would stay and with whom she would work, meaning Sabastasso.
“It was a live act of God, he/she knew I was supposed to be here.”
Keller, Wanderlust, our sometimes elusive higher power reminds us to love living, love the earth, and love yourself.
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