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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

My Heart is Her Drum Machine


          


            The RISE bicycle tour has come to an end.  Within the journey I have been blessed with the grace of others and experienced things far greater than what I could have imagines.  I have travelled through seemingly endless terrain that was a beautiful as it is diverse.   Zak and I engaged in countless heartfelt conversations with hundreds, if not thousands of people.  Our stay at COSM couldn’t have been more than the perfection it was.  Still eclipsing all that transpired, or more importantly, adding to the tour as a whole, was the chance to meet a truly enchanting soul: Sharon Stelluto, the Hospitality Manager at COSM.

            I have to tip my hat and show my greatest appreciation and gratitude to Brad Burge of M.A.P.S. (The Multidisciplinary Association of Psychedelic Studies) who was the gatekeeper that introduced us to COSM via Allyson Grey.  Without his support and willingness to vouch for us, things might have ended differently.  No need to invent imaginary scenarios.  Things happened just as they were meant to.  After a few interactions with Allyson by way of email, she connected me with Sharon to continue a dialog and updates as Zak and I travelled across the country.

            We didn’t talk much, perhaps once a month or every three weeks; every communication was very professional and to the point.  Before we entered Manhattan, I emailed Sharon, expressing my desire to talk with her on the phone and discuss our arrival on the final day of tour, as we have done this with all our contacts.  In my mind, it was a conversation that should only take five to ten minutes.  When we did finally talk, we did only spend that five to ten minutes talking about our arrival, but for the next hour or hour and a half we just talked.  The conversation didn’t even begin till after 6pm at night.  I was in the room given to me for my stay in Manhattan, and she was still in the COSM office building.

By the time we decided to end the conversation and go back to our separate worlds, I was dumbfounded.  I didn’t want to hang up.  I wanted to continue to talk to her and learn more about who Sharon is.  She was so easy to talk to…so familiar.  During the remainder of my time in Manhattan and Sparkill, I found my thoughts drifting more and more to Sharon.  Here I was, at the edge of finishing this monumental journey, about to ride my bicycle to the visionary community of one of my inspirations, and all I could think about was this woman who I didn’t know.  We’ll I didn’t know her this lifetime, that’s for damn sure.

As the final morning arrived, I was filled with so many mixed emotions.  This is what Zak and I have worked so hard for, for so damn long.  I wanted to hold onto it, yet I knew it needed to be let go.  In the back of my mind, Sharon was there.  As the day of riding progressed, she moved closer to the forefront of my mind.  Who was this person?  Why now, here at the end.  It felt like a powerful gravitational pull, but with no way to explain it’s reason or purpose. 

Arriving at COSM, my anticipation only intensified.  Not to be annoyingly redundant, but who was the woman who belonged to that voice.  It was about time to find out.  Riding up to the top of the hill, I was blown away by an unexpected visit.  My mother was flown in by our New Jersey contact, Stephanie Samuels.  As I mentioned in my previous blog, my mother had been sick and rushed to the hospital not long before this final day.  I had been extremely worried about her condition and health.  To see her there was a shocking and blessed surprise. 

As much as I wanted to finally meet Sharon Stelluto, I was swept away by an emotional tempest.  I lost it.  I cried so damn hard, my mother walked over to me and embraced me. And we stood there and just hugged.  I know how special this journey Zak and I embarked on was for her, as it was for so many.  Crying like a little baby who wants her/his binky in front of a woman that has captivated you is usually a resounding “NO NO” in the unwritten rule of Man Code.  Sharon was witness to this powerful moment between mother and son, a moment I was grateful to have shared with her. 

After the family departed, allowing Zak and I a tour of COSM by Sharon, I couldn’t help but feel so comfortable in her presence.  Sharing space with her and talking felt so familiar, as if we had known each other for years.  This was surprising, and frustrating, as my time at COSM continued, ifelt as if the hospitality manager was avoiding me.  It was a paradoxical scenario, unless I was reading her wrong, I wasn’t getting an uneasy creepy vibe.  Quit the contrary, she expressed in her smile and body language, that she enjoyed my presence just as much as I enjoyed hers. Still, she was elusive.  Come to find, there was a reason for her conflicting behavior, but that explanation is for another time and medium.

During the time that I did spend with Sharon, I discovered that she is a phenomenal painter.  Go figure…she does work at COSM after all.  In the dining hall is a beautiful painting of a rose that I wanted to take home.  As soon as I discovered it was hers, I knew I had a way to pull out my creeper card and get the extra time I wanted with her…to talk.  I asked Sharon if she would be up for an interview for our RISE tour documentary.  We could discuss COSM, our arrival from her point of view, and her passion for painting.  To my delight, she agreed to the interview.




During the interview, I couldn’t help but be an open book to her.  Not so much with words, but with my energy.  I guess it showed too.  Later she told me I she could see what I was feeling just by the way I was looking at her.  I couldn’t help myself.  In such a short order, and without knowing…I was smitten by this woman. After the interview, I gave her my RISE necklace.  I had been wearing the necklace since Austin.  I must admit, I gave the necklace I started with to someone who also made an impact on me, but this was different.  This necklace was saturated in a deep development of my personal transformation, and when I gave it to her, it was like giving her a very powerful piece of myself.  We then shared in a very long hug that I did not want to part from.

Before Zak and I left, Sharon and Haya (another COSM homie/my spiritual sista from anotha motha) joined us in our RISE tradition…the scattering of Marc’s ashes.  Sharon helped me with a picture that I have taken in so many places across this country.  With some of Marc’s ashes in my hand, I held them up to the sculpture “Altered States” the future site for The Chapel of Sacred Mirrors.  I circled the sculpture as I scattered the ashes.  Besides Zak, there have only been three others that have shared that space with me the entire way.  Having Sharon there to act as witness…once again made this final tour scattering so much more beautiful and relevant. 



The four of us (Sharon, Haya, Zak, & I) said our goodbyes as we parted ways.  Zak and I had to head to East Stroudsburg, PA to speak at the University the next day.  Though we had to, I didn’t want to leave.  I hadn’t spent enough time with her; I wanted to know more about that pull.  As we headed down the driveway, I was left aching feeling…as if I was being torn from my home without consent.  The morning after our speaking engagement at East Stroudsburg University, Zak and I parted ways.  He was heading to Philly to catch a flight back to phoenix, and I was heading to Illinois to visit an old friend.  Still thinking about my short lived time with Sharon, driving through the state of Pennsylvania, the universe it seems, did not want me to forget.

For One Hundred and Fifty miles, every five to seven miles, the mile signs were speaking to me.  As I traveled further away from the wonderful Hospitality Manger of COSM, I was wandering closer to the small town of Sharon, PA.  It was one of those synchronistic gut punches that demand your attention.  Over and over again, her name was thrown into my face.  It’s as if she was calling out to me.  I couldn’t resist any longer.  If I didn’t have a schedule to keep, I would have turned around.  I didn’t, but I’d be damned if I was gonna ignore this pull.  I was gonna investigate this…I needed to. 

A lot of people like to talk about the concept of logic.  I sure am one to espouse the comfort of such rational thought.  If it is one thing I learned from the tour, one true and honest universal truth…is that paradox rules supreme.  Like everything else, logic is relative.  I’m sure there are many, who will disagree, but like paradox, they are both correct and incorrect…just depends on the vantage point.  I know, sometimes I sound like a dog chasing my tail (wait…sounds?). 

Sharon lives 2,510 miles from me, door to door.  Where is the logic in sustaining an intimate relationship in that situation?  Then again, where is the logic in quitting my job in the midst of a terrible economy to ride a bicycle over 7,000 miles with only %5 of the budget secured?  Traveling across this country at the pace of a bicycle reminded me of the magical power of will.  The human spirit is an amazing thing, with infinite potential.  I’m not going to sit here and convey in type that I know what is meant for Sharon and I.  All I do know, there is a magic between us.  Each day is another chance to learn from one other.

Since I have left COSM, we have continued in discovering the potential of our connection via, facebook, phone, and skype.  We have already had one visit, and are looking forward to more.  All we have is that sacred moment that is the big “NOW”.  Sure we have intentions, hopes, and desires; still, there is no promise of a future.  We take it day by day, and learn what we can with the tools at our disposal.  I know one thing is for sure…Sharon Stelluto sets me ablaze in dramatic fashion.  I have never met anyone quit like her.  I don’t know what is down the road for the two of us, but we have an intention.  In this moment, we walk with respect, compassion, and a willingness to explore and understand.  I look with great anticipation where this road will lead us without judgment or attachment.  I am eternally grateful to have entered her life, as she has entered mine.  What ever comes next…well, we will have to live and see.









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