Lucid Adventuring is all about learning to Adventure with mindfulness and awareness

The Dreamer, The Creator, The Observer

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I hope to never become a certain “thing.” That is, something outside of myself that consumes me and identifies me. I never want to have just one identity- “Natasha: the Trapeze Swinger.” I hope to forever grow and constantly change shape and color and form.

I want to experience all there is to experience.

… I want to sleep under different stars and watch the sun rise over different landscapes… I want to have walked in many shoes, spoken many languages, and connected with many hearts…

… I want to have been a Coconut Cowgirl in Maui, a creative director in Nicaragua, a server at a psychedelic pub in Seattle, an Adventure Journalist in Guatemala, a pirate fire dancer on Oahu…

… I want to have built community, joined the circus, written to inspire…

… I want to have worked on a farm on the Galapagos Islands, in the Amazon with Shamans, at the base camp of Mount Everest, and on a train in the winter time in Germany…

… I want to work at a bar in Berlin and with wild animals in the jungles of Bolivia… I want to study petroglyphs in the caves of Vietnam, work in a cafe in London, and with bees in the countrysides of Norway…

… I want to have looked up with a heart full of compassion at a near stranger with sun-filled eyes as we read Spanish poetry on a bright terrace… Or into the eyes of my lover as we sway to sweet jazz music in an old alleyway in New Orleans…

… I want to smile at the lit-up eyes of a loved one seeing a humpback whale jump out of the water for the first time, and to see the orange glow held by their startled eyes as they first feel the warmth of molten lava…

… I want to look into eyes overflowing with love and curiosity as I wander into villages of a foggy hillside, and I want to decipher the shapes of clouds reflected in my lover's eyes as we ride on the tops of trains to destinations unknown…

… And I want to look into eyes filled with absolute wonder while surrounded by an ocean of bioluminescence, into kaleidoscopic eyes on a boat in a river, or into the tear-filled eyes as the words “I will see you again, perhaps in some dimensions sooner than others,” are muttered under a last breath...

… I want to look into the reflection of my own eyes, wrapped in the essence of “Here I am:”

The dreamer...
The creator...
The observer.