The art of finding the high road in the dark
Every year, I pack up the car and the girls and head to Denver for the International New Age Trade Show. Row after row of vendors, inspiring speakers, author book signings, great entertainment and the special mix of metaphysical retailers makes this weekend feel like coming home!
One of the things I love about the trade show is the opportunity to meet the vendors and their representatives in person. Being a small store, it’s important to me to know the people behind the products we carry. I want to see how they treat the people who wander into their booths. I want to see how they treat the children that come by (and of course, we have our own barometer of that in Tristan!). I want to see how authentic they are, how bored or excited. I want to feel their energy before I decide to spend my money!
Now I’m home, waiting for the orders to start rolling in, and I have our customers on my mind! How do you feel when you walk in our door? Do we make you feel welcome? Do we treat you like the special person you are? Many of you have become our friends, but have we left anyone out? Do you feel like you know us?
For the Stout family, Gaia’s Garden has always been about more than just a store. It’s about building community and making connections. It’s about the people who cross our threshold, whether it’s one time or a hundred!
Let us know how we’re doing!
First off, I would like to say that this whole "blogging" thing really
is not my style. I think that I am more of the physical kind of
person. That and I feel like it is just one more craze out
there...well, if Mary and Joe are doing it, then you better get in
line and jump on it! Got to keep up if you want to stay with the cool
kids... ppphhhhssss! Yeah, I can honestly say I have never been one
of the cool kids! Besides, what do I really have to say that anyone
would care to hear?
This is the inner mind workings of a crazy, middle-aged woman who, by
the way, feels very strongly that with every passing day what once
passed as a semi-functional brain has been down
graded to a "holy crap I think I remember how to breathe, but let's
not get too carried away because the day is still young" brain!
Although, the road to self-improvement, fighting the good old grow-
your-soul fight, the decades spent slushing around in the muck of my
own humanistic flaws, and last but not least, searching out the
darkest possible corners of my own shadow self, could prove to be
quite humorous and entertaining to those of the dark and twisty way!
Which brings me to one of the about 60,000 passing thoughts in my
single, functional brain cell, in the two whole peaceful, quiet,
waking, grown up moments in the week that I might actually sneak
in.... Where is that moment, you know the one, that one single moment
when you hit that sweet spot, meditative, veil opening, hey this is a
direct line to my own inner soul/ universe/ higher being? Why does it
seem like, in all the times of trying to keep up with the cool kids, I
can not seem to find my own inner ya? Hmmmm, I'm thinking, I'm
thinking, I'm thinking....
Maybe for now, until the Universe stops speaking in German or I find a
translator (and he better be cute! Just putting it out there!), the
best that I can do is just do my best. I'll keep reaching for the
sweet spot and plague the internet with my all too crazy, dark and
twisted inner brain cell's ranting (better out than in, right?)!
For now, Falowla (and yes, it's supposed to be spelled with the "low"
already in it!)