Northern Lights #5

[Afghani Indica x Thai Sativa][90% Indica]

I have a deep seeded love affair with the Northern Lights strain. In California I became well acquainted with Northern Lights #10 and now in Arizona our house strain is Northern Lights #5. The genetics of this beauty are somewhat elusive, but it seems to have been developed by Neville Schoenmaker in the Netherlands in 1985. He created Northern Lights #1-11 and #5 and #1 are said to be the strongest. All of these numbered girls should be guaranteed to deliver classic Indica plants due to their lineage from Afghani, the most coveted of Indica land race strains. While it was released as a pure Indica, as the strain has developed it has been crossed with a Thai Sativa which creates a slight hybrid effect.

These little nugs are light, bright green and dripping in trichomes. They grow in a dense, ball-like structure and dispay prominent light brown-orange stamen. Take a big whiff and enjoy a sweet, delicate berry laden aroma. Once you taste it you’ll experience a thick smoke with fruit salad flavor that will finish in a rich pine. It is a resilient, short fat plant and only flowers about 45-50 days.

When medicating strain effects take place 5-10 seconds after exhalation. You will begin to experience a sensation first in the nasal passages that moves straight to the body and mind simultaneously. The mental clarity stirs an almost psychedelic creative spark of energy while the body feels gentle relief, like a warm blanket of relaxation melting down your spine and back into the earth through your toes. Ultimately the Indica wins and takes you into a comfortable, melty realm that can be phenomenal for getting to sleep more easily and actually staying asleep. The strain is also a good appetite stimulant and has been known to provide relief from muscle spasms, depression and stress.Just be sure to keep your water near by as it causes quite the dry mouth. Northern Lights also blends wonderfully in glycerin and alcohol tinctures.

Knitting: A Love Story

I recently read in ‘Anam Cara’ by John O’Donohue that our souls are like textures given off through action, much like the idea of auras. The soul is an internal essence that expresses itself only through actions. Each action emits a thread woven together with the threads of actions past. As we interact with a myriad of stimuli each day -people, animals, locations, etc.- these personal textures that have been subtly created through subjective experiences begin to knit into the texture of the atmosphere. The soul’s texture exists to be knit into the other textures of the universe.

Baba Ram Das tells a wonderful story in which he describes giving one of his usual lectures in the 1970s to a hall of dress Baba Ram Dass - 1968wearing hippies when he spots a well-to-do older woman in oxfords and a sensible hat. As he wondered what she was doing there he kept watching her nod as if she knew, but it was clear she hadn’t experienced the mind altering substances to get her ‘in the know’ like those around her in the lecture hall. After he was finished speaking this lovely woman approached him and informed him that she was so enthralled with his points about our interconnected beings and energy. When he asked her how she had reached this plane of being she responded with simple gusto, “I’m a knitter!”. Now I have been knitting for 11 years, and through all the beanies that turned into weird mushrooms or scarves that were far too short my favorite outcome is the transcendental thought that goes along with focusing the conscious mind on the pattern.

Every day, as John O’Donohue writes, we weave our spirits in and through those around us. Despite this interconnected energy we can sometimes feel isolated, as if we are standing alone around the circumference of being. But the knits and purls of the universe are all around us, hooking each our souls together. If you can open your third eye to anything that holds YOUR focus -whether you’re chosen catharsis is knitting, cooking, child-rearing or even boxing- you will find focus on this invisible, sheer beauty of your own personal soul texture. And hopefully this new healthy habit for your brain will lead you to understanding the interpersonal relations that helped create the ornate trim AND the ragged edges of your texture.

The world can seem an empty circle when we get caught in the caverns of our minds and forget to embark on some good old fashioned soul mingling. Experiencing pain, loss or any other tragic event can truly lead to the mind becoming a prison. The big, cosmic joke is that our mind is in control of this perspective. We can flip the circle and meet the textures of every being in the middle, we exist in infinity. If you can allow yourself to transcend the emptiness of alone, break the circumference and walk into the labyrinth of mobius we can truly rest our soul texture into the universal quilt. Everyone has a tool to riding mobius, you just have to explore to find the perfect one.

Just Keep Swimming

I recently moved to a new state where I have not yet laid any foundations of stability. At the ripening age of twenty six I am realizing how difficult it becomes to fortify a new comfort zone as we grow older. Perhaps in aging we become latent in our states of being and decide that we have extended our sense of adventure far enough. It is necessary for the spirit to explore and discover as much as it can before finding the means to settle down in the physical body.

Credit: @carajuanaFor me, picking up my cumulative life in suburban Southern California and urban San Francisco and moving to the quiet mountain town of Flagstaff seemed the logical decision. My current job was stifling and my living situation was less than ideal as I was seeking to live closer to nature’s elegance. When I was offered a position at one of the most quality cannabis dispensaries in Arizona I was very aware that it was the opportunity I had been waiting for as an advocate for providing safe access to patients.

Amidst week three or four of settling in to my new surroundings I have realized that I have been ignoring my only constant comfy place of solace, writing. It seemed only appropriate to take to a blog and explore this adventure openly to share with those around me.

My brother worries about me since I’ve been lacking stability in my living situation for years now, but maybe it’s nothing to worry about. Surely my adrenal glands and root chakra are in agreement with the big brother bear and sometimes I wish I could settle into my perfect home in the perfect place, but I just haven’t found that place yet. As the novelty of the city’s newness wears I begin to feel the treacherous insecurity of being a fish out of water. But this insecurity is a glorious and beautiful thing because it can birth a new set of whimsy with which I approach the world. Until I feel the calling to stop moving I will keep throwing logs onto the fire of adventure that burns in my soul.

There are obviously those who have rooted in to the exact place that they belong and that is tremendous, good for them! However there are also those (if you didn’t notice I believe I may be of this affinity) who feel a constant need to discover. When humans of the latter nature feel too settled we feel a bit unsettled, like there is rock with our name on it that we have yet to upturn. When I decided last month that I was going to uproot myself I knew it would be hard, but I also knew it would be worth it. It seems appropriate to share these adventures here, even if it’s just my mom who gains comfort from my words. 😀

Although we don’t have to all go searching for it, embracing change is so good for us in our minds, bodies and souls. Figuratively holding onto that which is unattainable, riding that balance of existence, may never be mastered. But in learning and finding the correct grip on our subjective reality from an objective perspective, I believe we can continue to find our way deeper into the labyrinth of joy within human existence. I trust that eventually on this journey the body will become prepared to meld with the spirit in a place of physical peace. 

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And to know the place for the first time.

-T.S. Elliot