The BF and I decided on a little getaway.

Which totally makes me feel all Bridget Jones like right now … where she’s talking about a mini break holiday and how that must mean true love. Good ‘ol Bridge. I should re-read those books.

So, when I saw that the weather was calling for 70s this weekend — holla if you hear that, November — I was all over us taking advantage of some great outdoors and seeing something new. Hence, Yellow Springs. And Dave Chapelle. Need I explain further? Didn’t think so, but I will.

The BF has a big time man crush on Chapelle. I prefer to call him Chapelle, as it connects me with my French roots … The BF prefers Dave, as though they’re already on a first name basis. Would be nice though … maybe if Chapelle and I became friends I’d finally be able to spit a rhyme. Omg. Did I just actually say, “spit a rhyme?”. Think Jay could ever take me seriously?

I can’t even tell you … how freaking quintessential America cute it is here. Okay, so cute might be a poor choice of words. Charming. Eclectic. Artsy hippy. Small town-ish. Wait. Disregard the “-ish”. I’ll leave it as just small town.

We had two amazing hikes this afternoon. The first, at John Bryan State Park. Where I was a little disappointed that walking the gorge trail was only going to be a total of 2.6 miles. Because of course, I had crazy ideas and visions of like 10 miles. 2.6 is like a warm up. And it was, but a damn good warm up, complete with gorge-y views and water and warm breezes. Can I get another holla up in here?

That sounds so … white … anyone reading this without seeing my picture would just automatically have to know I’m white reading that … but I am white, I mean, Caucasian — isn’t that what I’m supposed to say now? So. Whatever. I’ll keep my holla-er-ing.

Hike number two was at Glen Helen Nature Preserve. That I interchangeably referred to as Helen and Ellen. And converted a minimum of two random people to Ellen from Helen, so that was fun. And thoroughly confused The BF on which was what and what was which.

Double thumbs up to Glen {H}Elen. Where we, or more like I, wandered aimlessly, but it was a very quick wandering. Am I even capable of a slow walking pace?

Thankfully The BF was paying attention to all the twists and turns we took and we were able to find our way back post 5p.m. when we both suddenly thought it might — just might — be a good idea to haul back to the car.  I know, we’re such smarties.

As much as I love my hikes and woods, I’d never actually want to be alone in any woods after dark. Um. Yeah. Can’t think of anything even remotely fun about that. Man versus Nature … def not me. Def.

With all that hiking, I knew yoga would be the perfect complement to getting the body and our minds stretched and calmed. Let me just say, I love doing yoga with The BF.  Sharing and experiencing the things that bring you joy with the person you love … gets me every time people. Every damn time.

All this talk of hikes and whatnot and here I’ve forgotten the best part of our romantic mini holiday … we’re staying at the ultimate throwback : The Springs Motel. It’s so horror movie turned super cool turned 1930’s meets almost 2013.

Don’t worry, I just made sure the door was triple dead bolted. But, seriously, it really is pretty darn awesome. Can’t even handle it. Just as a heads up – if you actually do click on the link, don’t be dis-swayed by the website and do not under any circumstances look too long on there – it will give you a headache. The tackiness, however, just works for the place. The website, not the motel. Were you with me there? Because I wasn’t.

Even The People approve. They’ve been showing up all over the place today. Just see the evidence below. I’ll allow that to speak for itself.

I might have failed to mention that one of My People and by People I specifically mean spirit guides … is … wait for it … Tom.

He also shows up a lot with and for Maman, too. We kinda share him. I guess you could say. Didn’t really know it was possible to share spirit people, but apparently it is.

I always know when Tom is around because he leaves me hearts {now you also understand from here on out the significance of when I post heart pics}.

At this point how crazy do ya’ll think I am? I’m really not. I mean, I’m only half crazy. In fact, I bet it’s kinda close to what you might even believe yourself … like if you believe in angels, or any loved one who has passed on that you can still feel around you at times.

I’m even willing to bet you talk to them, maybe pray to them, ask for them to be with you or for their continued love.

This is what I do.

I strongly believe in My People and using them to my advantage. And by that I mean using their help, their otherworldly support … which I do rather frequently. Especially in stressful times.

It’s like praying. Don’t most people pray when the shit is really going down, or they really want something. I think we’ve all had those, “if you can pull this one off God, I’ll never again ask for anything else” kind of prayers. Which then we’re turning around and saying all over again four days later. I think I probably said 934398493843 of these during my schooling career.

Except I try, or at least like to think that I try, to keep an open and direct line to my peeps … you know, check in with them on a regular basis.

So, I was really thrilled when I saw Tom and then  a few minutes later, my initials. Oh, and this … this had me pretty jacked up … similar to the pic of Brother with the light shining off of his back, something has once again been captured here.

Something, what are you, anyway? Are you our {blue} auras? More People?

I told The BF I like to think it’s the love of our energy, that’s how bad ass we are. And powerful. Like we’re about to combust into light ourselves.

Or … something.