After 25 years of yearning, I was on my way to Mount Shasta and I began to feel her presence even before I could see her. I felt her strong Mother Energy, her otherworldy connections and I felt as though I was on a pilgrimage to the Sacred Mountain.
It began with tiny glimpses of white on the horizon--is that a cloud or a mountain? No, it's a mountain, definitely a mountain. Is that Mount Shasta? It has to be, I determined as I consulted my maps.
We stayed a the KOA campground there, at the base of the mountain for a day or so, until finances dictated that we move again if we wanted to get to our destination of Oregon.
|Camping at KOA.|
|View of the mountain from KOA.|
|Another view from KOA.|
The Mountain doesn't care about such things--she has much bigger things to contemplate. She felt as though she was humming with some sort of internal activity that made us little grasping humans seem irrelevant, unless we were there to worship in some way.
After having our brakes fail and nearly running through a plate glass window--fortunately a steel sign post stopped us!--we were forced to borrow money for repairs and get on the road as quickly as possible to find a home spot. So worried and feeling urgent, we pushed forward toward Eugene.