I'm reading Maya Angelou: A Glorious Celebration. That we all are: a Glorious Celebration. The book speaks about being your own truth. Maya Angelou is the example of owning and sharing her full human experience on this earth plain. She is full of life. Full of herself which she shares generously with the world. Maya Angelou is a river of divine energy, a body of water ever flowing with knowledge and life experience. Her mentors, strong family, were also rich with life and immersed themselves completely in the river of truth.
There was no grandeur upbringing for this Matriarch of Divine Feminine here on Earth. The deep soul that she presents was crafted through a myriad of heartache and joy. She is the true definition of a survivor that not only struggled to protect her existence on earth, but also fought to protect her essence, her truth by simply owning her truth. Every bit of it.
When you own your own truth you can BEcome. Be. Come. You invite the wellspring of your truth to live and evolve. It's always there. Ready to flow and pulse and lead you to great experience, ready to carve through any obstacle. You don't have to go find it. You just have to let it flow through your every cell and stop damning it up. To own your own truth is to immediately release your river of divine purpose and allow your human curiosity a place to roam and explore.
Imagine what it's like to walk across a dam and on one side it is empty and on the other side is this pulsing, magnificence of energy, cool and refreshing truth, complex minerals, a strong reserve to nurture all you need for your body, mind and soul. . . a complete source of inspiration to live more fully. If you open the locks that keep the living waters from flowing, a rush of YOU, your truth will begin to fill your temple.
Access the tools of wisdom, nurture the deep seed of adventure, free the wheel that wishes to roll full circle in this life. This is not something you have to "get in the right mind set" or "go find where the truth might be." It's there like the blood pulsing through your veins. It's there like the sight you are using to read this. It's there like the breath you just exhaled.
It's called YOU. And to know your truth is LOVE. To embrace your gifts is LIFE. To allow your GIFTS a place to BE. This is TRUTH. Share it. In the sharing is the BE coming, forth.
Be the Glorious Celebration of You.
xoSasha
EXERCISE OF THE DAY: 50 slow jumping jacks. Open wide and sparkle like a star, close and reach high, the tips of your fingers like the flame of a candle. Breath deep and appreciate.
SPIRITUAL DISH OF THE DAY: From Maya Angelou - A Glorious Celebration
"Throughout her life, as in her work, Maya Angelo has affirmed and celebrated the threads that bind us one to another. She believes in us, the human family, with our rainbow of emotions, our complex imaginations. She believes in the boundless capacity of our spirits and the hope and possibility in each and every breath that we take. She wants the best from us and from herself, the best for us and for herself, knowing that we struggle, sometimes falter, stumble, lose our way."
tags: female motorcyclist, bikerlady, chrome cowgirl, biker chick, female motorcycle rider.
About Me
- S a s h a
- N Y C and Nashville, United States
- Hippie, Gypzy, Biker Chixie. Yep, that's me. www.bikerlady.com and www.chromecowgirl.com - my websites and I welcome your comments in this blog called Down the Road a Peace. Because, after all "do you wanna a peace of me?" : ) I'd love to hear your thoughts, so share them here. Personalize the topic and make it your own by sharing your own experience relative to the topic at hand, or let's create a new topic. U R Loved by Me.
Showing posts with label biker chick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biker chick. Show all posts
2008/10/21
2008/10/19
Modern Bride Mag writes about me.
In the Dec/Jan edition of Modern Bride Magazine there is a small feature about me referring the to contest I entered. I enter wedding contests to win free stuff like dresses, flowers, invitations, shoes, you know. Every bit counts. Well this was a really fun contest about being a Modern Bride. I thought, I'm really Modern because I ride and I have a unique story to tell. Well, out of thousands and thousands of applicants, they selected the winner and four runner ups. I didn't make that cut. But I was given an honorable mention because the magazine received so many cool chicks that wrote in they did a special two page spread. My little feature is called Shattering Stereotypes. And it's so awesome. I'm really honored.
Take a look at it! Click jpg to enlarge.
xoS
Take a look at it! Click jpg to enlarge.
xoS
tags: female motorcycle rider, chrome cowgirl, chrome cowgirl's guide to the motorcycle life, bikerlady, biker chick
2008/07/27
Freespirit unleashed....
Yes, it's that time of the year to unleash my freespirit on the road to Sturgis. This year is going to be some real fun. I'm filming for TWO projects. More on this later.
It'll be great to see my "family" out there. The freespirit unleashed is able to make deep friendships with folks that share a common bond: an insatiable love for the open road and all things two or three wheeled. Yes, this deep bond makes for everlasting family-style friendships.
I will be blogging about my experience along the way, and making my own little Flip video film footage for your entertainment.
Tomorrow Jasmine Cain, Jeffro, and me are caravaning up to South Dakota. Jasmine hails from cattle ranch land up there. She and I are going to ride horses on her family property, too. I don't think I'll get much time for music fun because filming is going to be fairly demanding on my time, but no matter...it'll be great.
I'm going to bring along my CD with the latest single Ridelicious which is being mixed and mastered over the next two weeks. Finally! It will then be debuted to the world after the book is released which is now on August 18th, not the 15th. Maybe Jasmine will play Ridelicious as her call to stage song....wink!
The last month has been tough. I've been grieving my daddy Poppi so hard core...it's been really a deeply moving experience. I don't care how spiritual one is, how quiet and centered you can make your soul, when a parent who you adore departs in physical form and then you finally realize it, holy cow. Tsunami of emotions and tears. Poppi departed in April...and all this time I had been stoic, not wanting to experience that huge wave that lay waiting behind my eyeballs. A nice pastor said that as soon as I felt it was time, to let it go. My Godmother also encouraged me to feel everything, go through it and don't fear.
So it took all this time. I wasn't ready. Couldn't face it and wanted to deal with it by not dealing with it. And then finally, last week, BANG! In the middle of the book store, the freespirit was unleashed and I began sobbing my soul to the point of turning inside out. I fled the store came home and collapsed into a heap. This lasted a long long long time. Then I fueled the flames more by looking at photos, reading Poppi's writing, all those kinds of soulful things...dang! Then these feelings led to me missing my family on supersonic levels. I pine to go back home to New York to be with every family member, be with my everlasting NYC friends who always have a comforting word accompanied by good food and dessert. You see, to reach out to the family meant to deal with the deep-seated grief that lay waiting to be released. Too much!
Until now.
I feel more peaceful than before, indeed. But there's always another wave to wash over me hanging in the background. Especially whilst trying to plan some sort of wedding. No Poppi in physical form to walk me across the patio in my backyard. No Poppi to physically waltz me around the patio to some sort of daddy's girl country ballad. Yes, he'll be there in spirit.... sigh, okay. There's no date set as of this time. Maybe soon.
This ride to Sturgis will be good. Contemplative and fun. Wall Drug hilarity. Badlands intensity. Black Hills spirituality. The freespirit unleashed to BE.
Having finally faced the initial tsunami of grief that had slowly risen over the last few months was a measure of letting go so Poppi's freespirit can equally be unleashed.
It'll be great to see my "family" out there. The freespirit unleashed is able to make deep friendships with folks that share a common bond: an insatiable love for the open road and all things two or three wheeled. Yes, this deep bond makes for everlasting family-style friendships.
I will be blogging about my experience along the way, and making my own little Flip video film footage for your entertainment.
Tomorrow Jasmine Cain, Jeffro, and me are caravaning up to South Dakota. Jasmine hails from cattle ranch land up there. She and I are going to ride horses on her family property, too. I don't think I'll get much time for music fun because filming is going to be fairly demanding on my time, but no matter...it'll be great.
I'm going to bring along my CD with the latest single Ridelicious which is being mixed and mastered over the next two weeks. Finally! It will then be debuted to the world after the book is released which is now on August 18th, not the 15th. Maybe Jasmine will play Ridelicious as her call to stage song....wink!
The last month has been tough. I've been grieving my daddy Poppi so hard core...it's been really a deeply moving experience. I don't care how spiritual one is, how quiet and centered you can make your soul, when a parent who you adore departs in physical form and then you finally realize it, holy cow. Tsunami of emotions and tears. Poppi departed in April...and all this time I had been stoic, not wanting to experience that huge wave that lay waiting behind my eyeballs. A nice pastor said that as soon as I felt it was time, to let it go. My Godmother also encouraged me to feel everything, go through it and don't fear.
So it took all this time. I wasn't ready. Couldn't face it and wanted to deal with it by not dealing with it. And then finally, last week, BANG! In the middle of the book store, the freespirit was unleashed and I began sobbing my soul to the point of turning inside out. I fled the store came home and collapsed into a heap. This lasted a long long long time. Then I fueled the flames more by looking at photos, reading Poppi's writing, all those kinds of soulful things...dang! Then these feelings led to me missing my family on supersonic levels. I pine to go back home to New York to be with every family member, be with my everlasting NYC friends who always have a comforting word accompanied by good food and dessert. You see, to reach out to the family meant to deal with the deep-seated grief that lay waiting to be released. Too much!
Until now.
I feel more peaceful than before, indeed. But there's always another wave to wash over me hanging in the background. Especially whilst trying to plan some sort of wedding. No Poppi in physical form to walk me across the patio in my backyard. No Poppi to physically waltz me around the patio to some sort of daddy's girl country ballad. Yes, he'll be there in spirit.... sigh, okay. There's no date set as of this time. Maybe soon.
This ride to Sturgis will be good. Contemplative and fun. Wall Drug hilarity. Badlands intensity. Black Hills spirituality. The freespirit unleashed to BE.
Having finally faced the initial tsunami of grief that had slowly risen over the last few months was a measure of letting go so Poppi's freespirit can equally be unleashed.
2008/07/17
Don't ask why. Just Ride.
Don't ask why. Just ride. You don't have to have a reason to ride. You just get on the bike and wander around. Sink deep into your saddle and chillax.
Riding doesn't require a reason. It's a passion. It's a yearning...a longing in the soul to be out there. To connect with the adventure. The moment that has no "have to do" attached to it.
You don't need a reason to ride. You do it because you just must. It's a craving that is pulsing in your blood stream. Beats your heart.
Movement is part of the life of a rider. To move through....to experience.
Sturgis is around the corner. Bear Butte is standing tall and proud sweeping and swirling the clouds. Riders will be arriving soon.
Feel the spirit of the ride. Don't ask why. Enjoy the mystery.
Riding doesn't require a reason. It's a passion. It's a yearning...a longing in the soul to be out there. To connect with the adventure. The moment that has no "have to do" attached to it.
You don't need a reason to ride. You do it because you just must. It's a craving that is pulsing in your blood stream. Beats your heart.
Movement is part of the life of a rider. To move through....to experience.
Sturgis is around the corner. Bear Butte is standing tall and proud sweeping and swirling the clouds. Riders will be arriving soon.
Feel the spirit of the ride. Don't ask why. Enjoy the mystery.
2008/06/25
August 15th Book Release
Hello beautiful readers.
The launch date for my second book is August 15th. Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life. It is not at all what you expect. This is not an instruction guide. It is not a how-to guide. It is an inspirational, quirky, fun, humorous look at the motorcycle life as it applies to living a wide open, full throttle, premium fuel life.
When I get the press release and new cover, I'll post it here. There will be an accompanying website for the book and the vision of the entire Chrome Cowgirl concept, which you will find highly entertaining, indeed! It will bring you lots of laughs and take you down the road of deep contemplation. Always good to trot that path.
Love and s'miles,
Sasha
The launch date for my second book is August 15th. Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life. It is not at all what you expect. This is not an instruction guide. It is not a how-to guide. It is an inspirational, quirky, fun, humorous look at the motorcycle life as it applies to living a wide open, full throttle, premium fuel life.
When I get the press release and new cover, I'll post it here. There will be an accompanying website for the book and the vision of the entire Chrome Cowgirl concept, which you will find highly entertaining, indeed! It will bring you lots of laughs and take you down the road of deep contemplation. Always good to trot that path.
Love and s'miles,
Sasha
2008/05/16
Jasmine Cain Band featured in Easyriders Magazine!
According to the article in this month's Easyriders, Jasmine Cain is known as the Pixie with an Axe. I agree. She plays killer bass and is a powerful singer and songwriter. Commanding the stage with sweet ferocity, she's been playing the major motorcycle rallies for years performing for several tens of thousands of people at any one rally and is finally getting tremendous recognition! I met her years ago and seeing her evolve into a superstar level artist is so exciting.
She has dearly earned this, putting her heart and soul into everything she does for her music. The road has been extremely long and filled with challenges that would make even the most accomplished musician want to hang it all up. Not Jasmine. She toughs it out because music is the oil that runs in her veins and she loves performing for any type of gear head audience, especially for the bikers.
Performing her stunning originals in a manner of stadium quality-showstopping entertainment, she's a walking library of great rock cover songs including country. High energy! She can play for four hours straight with only a quick 15 minute pee break, and this is NO easy task. Her stamina definitely comes from being a rancher's daughter and keeping up with the demands of tending to the farm, so, yes, she is areal cowgirl from the Wild West. She rides horses and dirt bikes.
You can't take your eyes off of this marvelous and eccentric-looking band. Jasmine Cain is an artist who has truly honed her craft on the road playing every style, with all kinds of bands, until she formed her own group. Jasmine Cain Band has also opened for a few national headliners. Her music is along the lines of Nickleback meets Evanescence.... if I was working in the record business again, I would sign her on the spot. She's one of the hardest working artists I've ever met and a TOUGH business woman too. A record label's DREAM artist.
Her second release is "Locks & Keys" which she co-everything'd and with pockets turned inside-out - foot the bill. A powerhouse collection of ballads and high octane rock, the album draws you in and you just can't let go of the listening experience, because her captivating style won't let you! Her first release "The Inside"received amazing reviews and she sold plenty at her shows and online.
Though Jasmine lives in Nashville, she's a native South Dakota girl born in Sturgis! When she's home here in Tennessee, you just might see her rollerskating down the honky tonkin streets of Lower Broadway, carrying her Warwick bass, her long purple, blonde and black locks blowing in the breeze. Yeah, she'll perform in rollerskates, too, when the mood strikes. Jasmine laughs all the time and loves to make an entrance. We have a super time together because we both love music and we're silly about everything having to do with the motorcycle lifestyle.
Oh, and another thing, here's a girl who, on her own, last minute booked The Whiskey and The Viper Room in L.A. all in one night and so impressed the booking folks that they told her she can come back anytime! That's a rockin' feat! She revs up the wildchild freespirit in everyone so life feels like a good time and an easyride! Biker chicks ROCK!
Go get the June Easyrider magazine and read the fabulous article about her. Oh, and it's the 420 issue, that is, the 420th issue. A must!We roarrred over that! However neither one of us partakes in the herbalessence. You can also read the article in the PG version V-Twin magazine. Yes, the article is written in such poetic language and in ol skool rockin' roll voice that it would make a great cover piece in Rolling Stone mag, too! Beautiful feature. It'll take you higher.
www.myspace.com/jasminecain - listen and watch some videos. Don't expect inflated myspace numbers. She doesn't "mine" for myspace fans. She doesn't hard sell anybody, she only wins everybody's attention. Haha! And she loves to make friends so stop by her myspace or at a concert and reach out.
2008/05/09
Wide Open 'Til You See God Then Break.
I found a helmet sticker that reads: Wide Open 'Til You See God Then Break.
It applies to life in so many ways.
I like to live my life wide open which I do here on this blog. It's gotten me into trouble over the last few months. People don't like to hear the truth. They expect you to be quiet and say nothing. If you speak up, it's uncomfortable for others to take. So, they tune you out. They don't listen. And you feel unheard.
So you decide to contemplate aloud some things. Which is why writers are an unusual breed. We write what we feel, what we think. Some people love it; some do not like it at all.
Truth is knowing. That's all it is. Expressing oneself is about being bold. When you see something in writing it's vivid, alive, intense....undeniable. It can be read and re-read; it can be misinterpreted like anything can because we all live with colored filters over our eyes, our minds, our hearts. We live through the lense of judgement. We live through the lense of ego.
I do, so do you. I work to not live that way, to examine the way in which I live and breathe. But one thing for sure is. I like to speak up. If I hit a nerve, good or bad -- that's an opportunity for growth in you
and in me.
When will I break here on earth, while living wide open? I'll get my break when I die or when I need to take another direction in life.
Riding a motorcycle is about living wide open. I got nothing to hide. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And YOU?
Sure there are some things that are utterly personal, you don't share. They belong between YOU and GOD; and then there are things that belong outward....to be shared as lessons, longing, and contemplation.
Think about all those put to death for speaking, for thinking, for contemplating. Especially those that speak about injustices, or heartache, all those who communicate aloud for all the world to know....
Many have been silenced.
But the written word....is testimony. Oh you can burn the written word so it'll never exist again. But it did exist. Just like the words spoken.
We say things we didn't mean, or we say things in a manner which was communicated through a pain-body like the way Eckart Tolle will describes; we communicate things through a pivotal emotional point or while in a life transformation. We are a people. Human beings....being in life.
Compassion has gone out the window in many situations which leads to such disharmony. Compassion...to love, to be concerned, to understand, to take the time to go deeper. Are you too deep for shallow waters?
Shallow waters. This was a sermon I heard at Mt. Zion church in Nashville. My Poppi was way too deep for shallow waters. He was a man of little words. When he spoke, however, it was important and moving. Thought provoking. Oh we didn't see eye to eye on everything, no, of course not. But his words moved me. Poppi wasn't a bold speaker, he didn't have to be opinionated. He didn't much care what other people thought anyway, therefore, he didn't care to have the last word. To be right.
Deep waters is searching. Some of us, though, like to contemplate aloud. Like to share thoughts and be bold and vulnerable -- living wide open, 'till God says SHUT UP. Then you brake, and consider things.
But, maybe when it's time to BREAK...it means to take a break. Be quiet. Go into the shell of healing. Go into the shell of letting go. Go into the peace of mind zone. Go into the place where you abandon all you know and you say, go ahead God, do what you will with this wild child....this one who lives wide open, wondering and contemplating, and all for it gets into trouble for speaking aloud.
I enjoy sharing with you in my blog, but my friends, I've had some rough situations occur because of me being so forward herein. I want you to know. There are people that do not like when I speak aloud about things of injustice; about life experiences that are hurtful and thus I expose the healing journey of Sasha.
I can only say that, I'm living my life, and these are my experiences with my life. That's what Down the Road a Peace is about. Going down my road....albiet with PEACE in mind and heart; but things are not always PEACEFUL. Sometimes, it feels like PIECEFILLED. Or PIECEMEAL. And rather have it be PEACEMEAL.
I'm wondering aloud about my life and experiences here for all the world to read because I seek answers, I seek your stories and experiences to be shared with me.
Because I want to share with you. There's tremendous love out there. We're all connected. We're all one. I care about you so very much.
Sometimes, I've spoken up about things to particular people of subject, and have not been heard. So, I speak from the rooftop and then I'm heard.
Whispering does no good sometimes. There's no secrets, really. At the same time something is hidden it's revealed too. It exists because it happened.
I can't apologize for my blog. It is what it is. Just me speaking. Just my thoughts, and you don't have to care. If anything I've written offends you, or reveals something that you've been involved with that wasn't particularily agreeable with me, or you have an entirely different opinion of it, well, I can have my opinion of it, too. After all, it is my opinion and you can just tune me out.
So, why do I have to post certain things in my blog?
Because I want to. Sure there are issues that are confidential and I find it a wonderful beauty that folks have taken me into confidence to discuss their lives. It's an honor to keep those words and thoughts between you, me and GOD. Because that is where it belongs. It doesn't get posted here and never will. But there are some things that are my own personal experiences with living my life that I post here that directly affect my wellbeing. And I contemplate aloud about it...because I want to and maybe because I need to...
Yes, there are the things that I want to contemplate outloud. Wonder about. Those things I've touched upon here, well, right now many of those things have to do with losing my father to Leukemia. This tragedy has totally altered my life right now. It's only been four weeks. In those four weeks I can count on my one hand how many times I bawled about it. I should have used up all my fingers and toes about a dozen times over counting. I should have lost count by now. But, the enormity of this reality is so overwhelming, so frightening to me, that I cannot go there. I cannot think him too much. I can't look at his photos too much. I'll collapse in grief and be a total hermit for months. I know this about me. So, I am aggresively fighting the grieving process. Without my Poppi, my colorful crayon world feels like it has melted into a puddle of hard wax, and I'm left with charcol to draw my world. This is my spiritual journey at maximum overdrive. I need to go for grief counseling now. In fact, I should make that call today.
With regards to the artists of the world. Well, the victim thing happens all the time to artists and this is something I feel strongly about, so I therefore write about it from time to time. I want to help other artists feel strong and powerful. I've been through all the phases of being an artist. It hasn't been pretty. And at other times it's been the greatest high ever.
Most artists have tragic stories to tell because their passions run deep; their passions to create incredible works of art is how they breathe. We live so painfully wide open in life because we are creators of works of arts that move YOU. Your soul is inspired and understood through art. So, us artists have to have thick skin to heal from the bruises of being kicked as puppies by big corporate dogs who lord over our art taking enormous percentages of our income, for the bittersweet opportunity of getting our art heard and respected. We put up with so much that most people know nothing about. And we don't want you to know most times because we want you to enjoy our art work and not get tangled in the bully web that we had to endure to get our work out to the world.
Talk about warrior souls, sit with an artist from any discipline of art and listen to their stories. Especially the stories of the artist with no family support whatsoever who have had to painfully carve an existence out of nothing at such young ages and under insanely challenging emotional circumstances. And that my friend, is the subject of some of the most moving pieces of art in all disciplines the world over... The artist can find the beauty in the pain.
At the same time, I've written about very enlightening topics, very inspiring and moving words I have shared with you here. How in the world do I know these things and can communicate them in a way that receives extraordinary response to a particular blog? It's the higher self. These words come from a higher power and so I share them....like in a writing trance. At the same time, I'm moved to share the human experiences and how I might be struggling with dealing with something as a human, from the spiritual perspective, because I'm not entirely aligned with the super higher self -- so therefore, I'm at a loss, say, and lack wisdom, so I wonder aloud to receive the pretty grace of being filled up by receiving the insight from YOU who may be an angel in disguise. Oh, the fragility of the human experience can surely, no doubt, shadow the lovely divine presence at times.
The last two months, I have been extremely fragile.
And that is how we learn. That is how we love, by moving through things. I move through things on this blog. I expose my vulnerability as merely a little spirit having this human experience.
Sometimes I get it right; sometimes I don't in the eyes of the world and their limited perspectives.
My motive is certainly not to offend anyone...but simply to share my human feelings, my thoughts...and any divine movement in my life. And pray, that I can also share a perfect balance of body, mind and soul in total perfect alignment with all things divine.
But, you know what?
Like YOU. . .
I sometimes just don't get it right, according to being more spiritual, more intellectual, mo' better than the lower registers of existence.
And so, like YOU. . .
I try again.
And again.
So, my moment right now, because, of course, the goal is to totally live in the moment and not in the past or in the future....but in the perfection of just being in the moment -- therefore, my moment right now is to tell you all that: I hear you. And I want to hear from you. I want to know you about you. I care about your voice and your thoughts and how you live. You're awesome. Every single one of you. We are all ONE. And you are Precious. See me as Precious and a child of GOD who wonders, too.
You can be wide open with me. Maybe you will see God. And take a break in life, thereby changing direction or rejuvenating and moving forward again.
I see God in you, and therefore I break so that I can be perfectly still with YOU.
With love and sympathy, in symphony with all that is living.
It applies to life in so many ways.
I like to live my life wide open which I do here on this blog. It's gotten me into trouble over the last few months. People don't like to hear the truth. They expect you to be quiet and say nothing. If you speak up, it's uncomfortable for others to take. So, they tune you out. They don't listen. And you feel unheard.
So you decide to contemplate aloud some things. Which is why writers are an unusual breed. We write what we feel, what we think. Some people love it; some do not like it at all.
Truth is knowing. That's all it is. Expressing oneself is about being bold. When you see something in writing it's vivid, alive, intense....undeniable. It can be read and re-read; it can be misinterpreted like anything can because we all live with colored filters over our eyes, our minds, our hearts. We live through the lense of judgement. We live through the lense of ego.
I do, so do you. I work to not live that way, to examine the way in which I live and breathe. But one thing for sure is. I like to speak up. If I hit a nerve, good or bad -- that's an opportunity for growth in you
and in me.
When will I break here on earth, while living wide open? I'll get my break when I die or when I need to take another direction in life.
Riding a motorcycle is about living wide open. I got nothing to hide. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And YOU?
Sure there are some things that are utterly personal, you don't share. They belong between YOU and GOD; and then there are things that belong outward....to be shared as lessons, longing, and contemplation.
Think about all those put to death for speaking, for thinking, for contemplating. Especially those that speak about injustices, or heartache, all those who communicate aloud for all the world to know....
Many have been silenced.
But the written word....is testimony. Oh you can burn the written word so it'll never exist again. But it did exist. Just like the words spoken.
We say things we didn't mean, or we say things in a manner which was communicated through a pain-body like the way Eckart Tolle will describes; we communicate things through a pivotal emotional point or while in a life transformation. We are a people. Human beings....being in life.
Compassion has gone out the window in many situations which leads to such disharmony. Compassion...to love, to be concerned, to understand, to take the time to go deeper. Are you too deep for shallow waters?
Shallow waters. This was a sermon I heard at Mt. Zion church in Nashville. My Poppi was way too deep for shallow waters. He was a man of little words. When he spoke, however, it was important and moving. Thought provoking. Oh we didn't see eye to eye on everything, no, of course not. But his words moved me. Poppi wasn't a bold speaker, he didn't have to be opinionated. He didn't much care what other people thought anyway, therefore, he didn't care to have the last word. To be right.
Deep waters is searching. Some of us, though, like to contemplate aloud. Like to share thoughts and be bold and vulnerable -- living wide open, 'till God says SHUT UP. Then you brake, and consider things.
But, maybe when it's time to BREAK...it means to take a break. Be quiet. Go into the shell of healing. Go into the shell of letting go. Go into the peace of mind zone. Go into the place where you abandon all you know and you say, go ahead God, do what you will with this wild child....this one who lives wide open, wondering and contemplating, and all for it gets into trouble for speaking aloud.
I enjoy sharing with you in my blog, but my friends, I've had some rough situations occur because of me being so forward herein. I want you to know. There are people that do not like when I speak aloud about things of injustice; about life experiences that are hurtful and thus I expose the healing journey of Sasha.
I can only say that, I'm living my life, and these are my experiences with my life. That's what Down the Road a Peace is about. Going down my road....albiet with PEACE in mind and heart; but things are not always PEACEFUL. Sometimes, it feels like PIECEFILLED. Or PIECEMEAL. And rather have it be PEACEMEAL.
I'm wondering aloud about my life and experiences here for all the world to read because I seek answers, I seek your stories and experiences to be shared with me.
Because I want to share with you. There's tremendous love out there. We're all connected. We're all one. I care about you so very much.
Sometimes, I've spoken up about things to particular people of subject, and have not been heard. So, I speak from the rooftop and then I'm heard.
Whispering does no good sometimes. There's no secrets, really. At the same time something is hidden it's revealed too. It exists because it happened.
I can't apologize for my blog. It is what it is. Just me speaking. Just my thoughts, and you don't have to care. If anything I've written offends you, or reveals something that you've been involved with that wasn't particularily agreeable with me, or you have an entirely different opinion of it, well, I can have my opinion of it, too. After all, it is my opinion and you can just tune me out.
So, why do I have to post certain things in my blog?
Because I want to. Sure there are issues that are confidential and I find it a wonderful beauty that folks have taken me into confidence to discuss their lives. It's an honor to keep those words and thoughts between you, me and GOD. Because that is where it belongs. It doesn't get posted here and never will. But there are some things that are my own personal experiences with living my life that I post here that directly affect my wellbeing. And I contemplate aloud about it...because I want to and maybe because I need to...
Yes, there are the things that I want to contemplate outloud. Wonder about. Those things I've touched upon here, well, right now many of those things have to do with losing my father to Leukemia. This tragedy has totally altered my life right now. It's only been four weeks. In those four weeks I can count on my one hand how many times I bawled about it. I should have used up all my fingers and toes about a dozen times over counting. I should have lost count by now. But, the enormity of this reality is so overwhelming, so frightening to me, that I cannot go there. I cannot think him too much. I can't look at his photos too much. I'll collapse in grief and be a total hermit for months. I know this about me. So, I am aggresively fighting the grieving process. Without my Poppi, my colorful crayon world feels like it has melted into a puddle of hard wax, and I'm left with charcol to draw my world. This is my spiritual journey at maximum overdrive. I need to go for grief counseling now. In fact, I should make that call today.
With regards to the artists of the world. Well, the victim thing happens all the time to artists and this is something I feel strongly about, so I therefore write about it from time to time. I want to help other artists feel strong and powerful. I've been through all the phases of being an artist. It hasn't been pretty. And at other times it's been the greatest high ever.
Most artists have tragic stories to tell because their passions run deep; their passions to create incredible works of art is how they breathe. We live so painfully wide open in life because we are creators of works of arts that move YOU. Your soul is inspired and understood through art. So, us artists have to have thick skin to heal from the bruises of being kicked as puppies by big corporate dogs who lord over our art taking enormous percentages of our income, for the bittersweet opportunity of getting our art heard and respected. We put up with so much that most people know nothing about. And we don't want you to know most times because we want you to enjoy our art work and not get tangled in the bully web that we had to endure to get our work out to the world.
Talk about warrior souls, sit with an artist from any discipline of art and listen to their stories. Especially the stories of the artist with no family support whatsoever who have had to painfully carve an existence out of nothing at such young ages and under insanely challenging emotional circumstances. And that my friend, is the subject of some of the most moving pieces of art in all disciplines the world over... The artist can find the beauty in the pain.
At the same time, I've written about very enlightening topics, very inspiring and moving words I have shared with you here. How in the world do I know these things and can communicate them in a way that receives extraordinary response to a particular blog? It's the higher self. These words come from a higher power and so I share them....like in a writing trance. At the same time, I'm moved to share the human experiences and how I might be struggling with dealing with something as a human, from the spiritual perspective, because I'm not entirely aligned with the super higher self -- so therefore, I'm at a loss, say, and lack wisdom, so I wonder aloud to receive the pretty grace of being filled up by receiving the insight from YOU who may be an angel in disguise. Oh, the fragility of the human experience can surely, no doubt, shadow the lovely divine presence at times.
The last two months, I have been extremely fragile.
And that is how we learn. That is how we love, by moving through things. I move through things on this blog. I expose my vulnerability as merely a little spirit having this human experience.
Sometimes I get it right; sometimes I don't in the eyes of the world and their limited perspectives.
My motive is certainly not to offend anyone...but simply to share my human feelings, my thoughts...and any divine movement in my life. And pray, that I can also share a perfect balance of body, mind and soul in total perfect alignment with all things divine.
But, you know what?
Like YOU. . .
I sometimes just don't get it right, according to being more spiritual, more intellectual, mo' better than the lower registers of existence.
And so, like YOU. . .
I try again.
And again.
So, my moment right now, because, of course, the goal is to totally live in the moment and not in the past or in the future....but in the perfection of just being in the moment -- therefore, my moment right now is to tell you all that: I hear you. And I want to hear from you. I want to know you about you. I care about your voice and your thoughts and how you live. You're awesome. Every single one of you. We are all ONE. And you are Precious. See me as Precious and a child of GOD who wonders, too.
You can be wide open with me. Maybe you will see God. And take a break in life, thereby changing direction or rejuvenating and moving forward again.
I see God in you, and therefore I break so that I can be perfectly still with YOU.
With love and sympathy, in symphony with all that is living.
2008/05/02
Unexpected Blessings
Unexpected blessings happen.
They appear. Most unexpectedly.
They can appear when your heart is so broken, into bits. You feel lost. You're empty.
And then, like a rose appearing in the desert...there is a bloom. A blessing.
You look around like, Holy cow, how did this get here? You may get suspicious. Impossible, you think.
But it is possible. Unexpected blessings are highly probably, too.
Lord, bless me with the blessings you have in store for me and remove from me the nonblessings that'll curb me from living maximum overdrive for YOUR WILL. All things are abundant in YOU.
There are unexpected blessings coming because that's our divine birthright and let's pray for the reduction of ego and the gift of awareness to welcome the opportunities.
Good news: My book cover is changing - thanks to GOD working through my mighty editor and my kevetching - and the cover will now be far better than I could have imagined, too....
xoS
They appear. Most unexpectedly.
They can appear when your heart is so broken, into bits. You feel lost. You're empty.
And then, like a rose appearing in the desert...there is a bloom. A blessing.
You look around like, Holy cow, how did this get here? You may get suspicious. Impossible, you think.
But it is possible. Unexpected blessings are highly probably, too.
Lord, bless me with the blessings you have in store for me and remove from me the nonblessings that'll curb me from living maximum overdrive for YOUR WILL. All things are abundant in YOU.
There are unexpected blessings coming because that's our divine birthright and let's pray for the reduction of ego and the gift of awareness to welcome the opportunities.
Good news: My book cover is changing - thanks to GOD working through my mighty editor and my kevetching - and the cover will now be far better than I could have imagined, too....
xoS
2008/04/29
Biker Chicks Kick A$$ xo
I'm encouraged. Yes, I was reminded that biker chicks are strong and we kick butt. We ride the sky of strength. We are stardust. We are golden.
So, wait 'til you hear my new song Ridelicious. Last night I stayed up 'til wee early am hours mixing and doing percussion work and loops. My goal is to make a 7 minute club version of the tune next. There will be two versions.
The brotherhood and sisterhood is pumping me with loving energy. I'm aglow with ONE love from all of you. I hope I do the same for you....I know that is my purpose in life, to inspire, to encourage, to be.
We biker chicks kick a$$. Let us rise above and lift our wings and ride, as the chicks from Detroit say.
Thank you, my loving motorcycle family - for your words of encouragement and for your loving light. You have uplifted this sister's heart and made merry with my soul.
Peace, Love, and ROAMance,
Sasha
So, wait 'til you hear my new song Ridelicious. Last night I stayed up 'til wee early am hours mixing and doing percussion work and loops. My goal is to make a 7 minute club version of the tune next. There will be two versions.
The brotherhood and sisterhood is pumping me with loving energy. I'm aglow with ONE love from all of you. I hope I do the same for you....I know that is my purpose in life, to inspire, to encourage, to be.
We biker chicks kick a$$. Let us rise above and lift our wings and ride, as the chicks from Detroit say.
Thank you, my loving motorcycle family - for your words of encouragement and for your loving light. You have uplifted this sister's heart and made merry with my soul.
Peace, Love, and ROAMance,
Sasha
2008/04/28
Making Peace....a lesson in crocheting love.
Now, I am making peace with this odd moment in my life. This bazaar month of April.
Making way for some deep soul work and healing now while I grieve my daddy.
I have written a long, personal journal about this month of April. It is now a short story that I will publish maybe next year.
Last night I had a deep conversation with my beautiful Godmother, Yeshoda, who owns a spiritual growth school in Florida. It was a breakthrough. You see, she and I really do not know one another that well. But we do on a soulful level as it turns out.
Last night, I just freakin' sobbed my eyes out over the enormous emotions I was feeling at the loss of my daddy; I had to forgive myself for being so blind with desire, at the stupid loss of income and money and time spent trying to do something awesome for my beloved motorcycle life through a contest that just wasn't worth it; I just have to be and feel all the emotions that are all tangled up right now instead of being stoic and holding back.
Yes, so last night I screamed on the river bank here in Nashville into my hands I let flow all the loss, the craving for my daddi Poppi, the anger I feel at myself, all of it...but there is more...there is more to this grieving process than I could ever imagine.
Grieving is the art of everything you feel in your little painbody rushing at you at once, all tangled up in the spirit of the loved one who is watching from the otherside encouraging you to be a better person, sit tall in the saddle of your life, abandon all the things that tear you from your center, your truth. They become your guardians to encourage you to evolve, bust through the membrane of fear, falsehood, and away from those dark characters and situations that do nothing but tear you down and keep you from your evolution and betterment.
I'm on a mission now. Today, I'm working on my book edits which are just so overwhelming, but I'm approaching it slowly and purposefully, like an artist may correct a canvas. This book is so important to me even though it may be just a git-er-done product to the publisher. It's my works, a legacy that I leave behind for all the world to enjoy...through which to be inspired.
Today, I'm working on my music...because it's the place where I can be wild and free like on my motorcycle...jam out and be a rock star and dream.
Today, I'm back on my cleanse program, cleansing all the toxins out of my body and fasting. Releasing the toxins from bitter foods and bitter experience -- freeing my body to experience deep JOY once again through good vibrations.
Yes, my friends, I take you with me on the healing journey -- but you be on your journey too. I will be your example that you too can barrel through the adversity to evolve as a higher spirit and wilder human.
Love,
Sasha
Making way for some deep soul work and healing now while I grieve my daddy.
I have written a long, personal journal about this month of April. It is now a short story that I will publish maybe next year.
Last night I had a deep conversation with my beautiful Godmother, Yeshoda, who owns a spiritual growth school in Florida. It was a breakthrough. You see, she and I really do not know one another that well. But we do on a soulful level as it turns out.
Last night, I just freakin' sobbed my eyes out over the enormous emotions I was feeling at the loss of my daddy; I had to forgive myself for being so blind with desire, at the stupid loss of income and money and time spent trying to do something awesome for my beloved motorcycle life through a contest that just wasn't worth it; I just have to be and feel all the emotions that are all tangled up right now instead of being stoic and holding back.
Yes, so last night I screamed on the river bank here in Nashville into my hands I let flow all the loss, the craving for my daddi Poppi, the anger I feel at myself, all of it...but there is more...there is more to this grieving process than I could ever imagine.
Grieving is the art of everything you feel in your little painbody rushing at you at once, all tangled up in the spirit of the loved one who is watching from the otherside encouraging you to be a better person, sit tall in the saddle of your life, abandon all the things that tear you from your center, your truth. They become your guardians to encourage you to evolve, bust through the membrane of fear, falsehood, and away from those dark characters and situations that do nothing but tear you down and keep you from your evolution and betterment.
I'm on a mission now. Today, I'm working on my book edits which are just so overwhelming, but I'm approaching it slowly and purposefully, like an artist may correct a canvas. This book is so important to me even though it may be just a git-er-done product to the publisher. It's my works, a legacy that I leave behind for all the world to enjoy...through which to be inspired.
Today, I'm working on my music...because it's the place where I can be wild and free like on my motorcycle...jam out and be a rock star and dream.
Today, I'm back on my cleanse program, cleansing all the toxins out of my body and fasting. Releasing the toxins from bitter foods and bitter experience -- freeing my body to experience deep JOY once again through good vibrations.
Yes, my friends, I take you with me on the healing journey -- but you be on your journey too. I will be your example that you too can barrel through the adversity to evolve as a higher spirit and wilder human.
Love,
Sasha
2008/04/27
All in Good Time.
I think "All in Good Time" is going to be the name of my next song. This is what was blessed upon my heart this morning. What does it mean?
Let's take the word ALL - it suggests the sum or total, entirety
IN - inside of something, within
GOOD - positive, right, uplifting
TIME - the moment where preparation meets opportunity.
Our moments if we stick to our goals, to our purpose are fulfilled no matter where we are in our journey. As long as we are on OUR roads. The roads we own. OUR own paths.
These past few weeks I feel ripped from my center. Totally shaken up. Losing my Father is something I just can't seem to grasp no matter how much spiritual perspective I wash over this reality. It's my daddy and he's no longer on Earth. It's my daddy and he won't be walking me down the aisle for my hitch day. I know, I know, he'll be there in spirit. But, it's not the same as seeing my smiling Daddy Poppi standing there with his white hair all slicked back and beard and mustache meticulously groomed proudly in arm with his wildest child in the white, stripper-look meets flower-child, bridal gown, with all the family and friends surrounding me.
This I cannot seem to process. I cannot have a first dance with my Poppi, to the song that I would write for the occassion. God, my heart. It's just breaking and I need to be very strong and whole. It's like there's this gigantic ocean of emotions hanging out just behind my eyeballs and if I think too long about it, or look at photos of Poppi, I'll burst. So, for now, I cannot do either. It's overwhelming indeed. It looks like, I'm not grieving very well. Your probably right. My neighbor, Iva, printed out some how-to information because I was beginning to feel like a crack addict with no crack -- nervous, jumpy, combing my hand over my head, feeling my face, pacing, mood swingin' - a mess. Because I'm holding back this wave. I can't bear it, therefore I can't write too much about my Pa. "Pa" was the name I called him for a spell when I was little, because that's what Laura Ingalls on Little House on the Prairie called her daddy. I even made this ridiculous bonnet for myself on my mother's sewing machine and would follow my "Pa" around and do "chores."
Anyway, my beautiful friends and family, I'll take you all along for the planning of this biker/musician wedding affair that will be like a Renaissance festival meets Billy Idol white wedding. I don't know when I shall start the planning. I'd like the wedding for September. It will be in the backyard here at the Lassiter ROCKS homestead. Yes, All in Good Time.
[stuff about my book challenges removed. it all worked out excellent. the publisher is honey to my soul - he understands respect for the artist.]
Another event I must overcome is the super oddity of this creepy Miss Sturgis contest that I put so much time and effort into. It proved to be just another commerical act in our precious motorcycle lifestyle that chips away at authenticity. This time it was a slap in the face to female riders and rally go-ers, especially me who invested time and knowledge to benefit the contest committee, encouraging them with new ideas, answering their questions, helping to establish a platform to make their contest an authentic avenue for the motorcycle industry sponsors seeking outlets through which to promote their product to the vast Sturgis audience. The contest would be a viable contender in the business, and it would be a marvelous example of truth in beauty = beauty in motion: the female motorcycle enthusiast and rider who is a Sturgis Motorcycle Rally attendee.
Amazing that the female motorcycle rider population is the FASTEST growing market in the industry and we are totally underserviced in the advertising arena. I mean, WE ride, we attend rallies, WE purchase motorcycles, parts, accessories. More and more women are customizing, learning to build, pick up a welding torch, it's a burgeoning and exciting market! We LOVE riding as much as our windbrother!
The female motorcycle rider has very little opportunity in the mass advertising, mass visual, to promote the sisterhood, afterall it's only recently that we began getting cool riding attire specifically suited for female riders, made by women who know what to design. It's only recent that these garments are being so heavily promoted, and thus purchased by the female ridership at large. How strange. Women have been riding since motorcycle were invented, and still, it we are considered newcomers to the lifestyle in the eyes of corporate giants. We are considered fringe minorities, which is so ridiculous. We are ignored and not considered sexy enough, sassy enough, hot enough; so the corporate giants recruit booty call girls to pose or random celebrities and teach 'em to ride in order to represent the femme fatale prowess roarrring. There is NOTHING more sexier than a real female motorcycle rider blasting along the road or the race track on her own motorcycle, truly living and breathing the lifestyle as an extension of her femininity. Rock that! Steady as she rolls! You can't manufacture HER truth, HER reality in a POSER who doesn't CARE except for HOW the IMAGE will promote her personal endeavors that have nothing to do with enjoying the ride and being a member of the 'hood!
However, it's time, high time, that the female motorcycle rider be able to receive opportunities that are usually reserved for the booty call girls who adopt the image of the rider but have no affinity to the sisterhood. It's time for sexy female motorcycle riders, who truly walk the walk and talk the talk to have a chance at opportunity and avenues to promote their works of art, their businesses, their presentations through speaking engagements -- at major motorcycle rallies and events.
It'd be interesting if the situation were changed. Sexy, Chippendale dudes as the voice of the motorcycle world, posing on the bikes, but they really didn't ride and had never been to rally. Sort of like a fake Marlboro Man, a fake sexy cowboy who pretends to ride and rope...but all he can do is sit in the saddle, clutch the rope, and hope to GOD the horse doesn't decide to run free.
Yeah, these poser dudes would get all the opportunity that the real Chrome Cowboys should be receiving. Advertising, speaking engagements, appearances, the fabulous opportunity to share their passion for riding and the rallies with the huge, loyal ridership - it would all go to the poser boy; and the real builder, the real rally-riding cowboy, the real enthusiast of the lifestyle who sees riding as an extension of his soul would have to sift through this mockery, see through the poser on the product, to relate to the marketing message.
The real Chrome Cowboy would once again be deprived of an opportunity to share his deep affection for riding and all things motorcycles, with the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood, because the poser would assume that role which would be of great benefit to ONLY the poser because that poser has no relationship whatsoever with the reality of the lifestyle or business and can only pretend what they know, and use the opportunity to drape themselves upon a cool bike to show affinity "look at me!" --- and/or take a crash course in the culture like an outside journalist does a quick study in order to try to speak intellegently about a group of wild chrome cowboys and cowgirls. And all they would do is speak in buzz words and canned terms like talking heads, but they would be talking bodies...aliens once again invading the precious culture.
The rally attendance numbers are down, Harley-Davidson is laying off 700 employees because of their sales losses, and you know what will happen? What happened years ago, and in cycles, the real rider, the loyal windbrother and windsister, will yet again rescue the market at large, because we are dedicated, loyal and deeply passionate about motorcycles and the lifestyle--- it is in our blood, our hearts, our minds and souls...every freakin' second of our lives. It's not just a trend to us; it's not just a phase we go through. We live and breathe the lifestyle. When will the big boys in the corporate world get it? Because of the authentic and genuine members of this culture, including the notorious clubs, all of us, --- we have something the masses want....a walk on the wild side of being true to oneself, and riding your own road, born to be....free to be...a celebration of the core individual, and the truth of human relationship through "family extenstion" through the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood. And it would all go back to, if I have to explain you wouldn't understand. And those that DON'T understand, and COP the image to be cool, will fall away just like a lie is swallowed up by the truth, which is always looming in the shadow of the lie -- to give LIGHT to the real deal.
And these opportunities are ALL IN GOOD TIME. GOOD TIME. Folks, I believe that NOW is the time for the female motorcycle rider to shine, and silouette the great sunrise as she rides into the vast horizon of opportunity that belongs to you, me, and the sisterhood at large. I believe NOW is the time where the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood will save the rally and bring truth therefore kicking out all lies, exposing rip-offs, crushing greed, tossing away everything false -- to the CURB, and then with all this trash off of our roadways, we can smoothly ride as easy rider wanderlusts along the ribbon of truth again and have fun.
All In Good Time, my friends and family.
with love and opportunity,
Sasha xo
photo by Bob Davis who is a publisher for Sturgis Rally News; a fellow Sturgis rally lover and resident who knows truth. Hey Bob, no matter what happened with this contest, you captured my joy for all things motorcycles and Sturgis in these photos and I'm eternally grateful. Too bad I wasn't photogenic enough to qualify for the title. www.sturgisbikeweek.com
Let's take the word ALL - it suggests the sum or total, entirety
IN - inside of something, within
GOOD - positive, right, uplifting
TIME - the moment where preparation meets opportunity.
Our moments if we stick to our goals, to our purpose are fulfilled no matter where we are in our journey. As long as we are on OUR roads. The roads we own. OUR own paths.
These past few weeks I feel ripped from my center. Totally shaken up. Losing my Father is something I just can't seem to grasp no matter how much spiritual perspective I wash over this reality. It's my daddy and he's no longer on Earth. It's my daddy and he won't be walking me down the aisle for my hitch day. I know, I know, he'll be there in spirit. But, it's not the same as seeing my smiling Daddy Poppi standing there with his white hair all slicked back and beard and mustache meticulously groomed proudly in arm with his wildest child in the white, stripper-look meets flower-child, bridal gown, with all the family and friends surrounding me.
This I cannot seem to process. I cannot have a first dance with my Poppi, to the song that I would write for the occassion. God, my heart. It's just breaking and I need to be very strong and whole. It's like there's this gigantic ocean of emotions hanging out just behind my eyeballs and if I think too long about it, or look at photos of Poppi, I'll burst. So, for now, I cannot do either. It's overwhelming indeed. It looks like, I'm not grieving very well. Your probably right. My neighbor, Iva, printed out some how-to information because I was beginning to feel like a crack addict with no crack -- nervous, jumpy, combing my hand over my head, feeling my face, pacing, mood swingin' - a mess. Because I'm holding back this wave. I can't bear it, therefore I can't write too much about my Pa. "Pa" was the name I called him for a spell when I was little, because that's what Laura Ingalls on Little House on the Prairie called her daddy. I even made this ridiculous bonnet for myself on my mother's sewing machine and would follow my "Pa" around and do "chores."
Anyway, my beautiful friends and family, I'll take you all along for the planning of this biker/musician wedding affair that will be like a Renaissance festival meets Billy Idol white wedding. I don't know when I shall start the planning. I'd like the wedding for September. It will be in the backyard here at the Lassiter ROCKS homestead. Yes, All in Good Time.
[stuff about my book challenges removed. it all worked out excellent. the publisher is honey to my soul - he understands respect for the artist.]
Another event I must overcome is the super oddity of this creepy Miss Sturgis contest that I put so much time and effort into. It proved to be just another commerical act in our precious motorcycle lifestyle that chips away at authenticity. This time it was a slap in the face to female riders and rally go-ers, especially me who invested time and knowledge to benefit the contest committee, encouraging them with new ideas, answering their questions, helping to establish a platform to make their contest an authentic avenue for the motorcycle industry sponsors seeking outlets through which to promote their product to the vast Sturgis audience. The contest would be a viable contender in the business, and it would be a marvelous example of truth in beauty = beauty in motion: the female motorcycle enthusiast and rider who is a Sturgis Motorcycle Rally attendee.
Amazing that the female motorcycle rider population is the FASTEST growing market in the industry and we are totally underserviced in the advertising arena. I mean, WE ride, we attend rallies, WE purchase motorcycles, parts, accessories. More and more women are customizing, learning to build, pick up a welding torch, it's a burgeoning and exciting market! We LOVE riding as much as our windbrother!
The female motorcycle rider has very little opportunity in the mass advertising, mass visual, to promote the sisterhood, afterall it's only recently that we began getting cool riding attire specifically suited for female riders, made by women who know what to design. It's only recent that these garments are being so heavily promoted, and thus purchased by the female ridership at large. How strange. Women have been riding since motorcycle were invented, and still, it we are considered newcomers to the lifestyle in the eyes of corporate giants. We are considered fringe minorities, which is so ridiculous. We are ignored and not considered sexy enough, sassy enough, hot enough; so the corporate giants recruit booty call girls to pose or random celebrities and teach 'em to ride in order to represent the femme fatale prowess roarrring. There is NOTHING more sexier than a real female motorcycle rider blasting along the road or the race track on her own motorcycle, truly living and breathing the lifestyle as an extension of her femininity. Rock that! Steady as she rolls! You can't manufacture HER truth, HER reality in a POSER who doesn't CARE except for HOW the IMAGE will promote her personal endeavors that have nothing to do with enjoying the ride and being a member of the 'hood!
However, it's time, high time, that the female motorcycle rider be able to receive opportunities that are usually reserved for the booty call girls who adopt the image of the rider but have no affinity to the sisterhood. It's time for sexy female motorcycle riders, who truly walk the walk and talk the talk to have a chance at opportunity and avenues to promote their works of art, their businesses, their presentations through speaking engagements -- at major motorcycle rallies and events.
It'd be interesting if the situation were changed. Sexy, Chippendale dudes as the voice of the motorcycle world, posing on the bikes, but they really didn't ride and had never been to rally. Sort of like a fake Marlboro Man, a fake sexy cowboy who pretends to ride and rope...but all he can do is sit in the saddle, clutch the rope, and hope to GOD the horse doesn't decide to run free.
Yeah, these poser dudes would get all the opportunity that the real Chrome Cowboys should be receiving. Advertising, speaking engagements, appearances, the fabulous opportunity to share their passion for riding and the rallies with the huge, loyal ridership - it would all go to the poser boy; and the real builder, the real rally-riding cowboy, the real enthusiast of the lifestyle who sees riding as an extension of his soul would have to sift through this mockery, see through the poser on the product, to relate to the marketing message.
The real Chrome Cowboy would once again be deprived of an opportunity to share his deep affection for riding and all things motorcycles, with the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood, because the poser would assume that role which would be of great benefit to ONLY the poser because that poser has no relationship whatsoever with the reality of the lifestyle or business and can only pretend what they know, and use the opportunity to drape themselves upon a cool bike to show affinity "look at me!" --- and/or take a crash course in the culture like an outside journalist does a quick study in order to try to speak intellegently about a group of wild chrome cowboys and cowgirls. And all they would do is speak in buzz words and canned terms like talking heads, but they would be talking bodies...aliens once again invading the precious culture.
The rally attendance numbers are down, Harley-Davidson is laying off 700 employees because of their sales losses, and you know what will happen? What happened years ago, and in cycles, the real rider, the loyal windbrother and windsister, will yet again rescue the market at large, because we are dedicated, loyal and deeply passionate about motorcycles and the lifestyle--- it is in our blood, our hearts, our minds and souls...every freakin' second of our lives. It's not just a trend to us; it's not just a phase we go through. We live and breathe the lifestyle. When will the big boys in the corporate world get it? Because of the authentic and genuine members of this culture, including the notorious clubs, all of us, --- we have something the masses want....a walk on the wild side of being true to oneself, and riding your own road, born to be....free to be...a celebration of the core individual, and the truth of human relationship through "family extenstion" through the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood. And it would all go back to, if I have to explain you wouldn't understand. And those that DON'T understand, and COP the image to be cool, will fall away just like a lie is swallowed up by the truth, which is always looming in the shadow of the lie -- to give LIGHT to the real deal.
And these opportunities are ALL IN GOOD TIME. GOOD TIME. Folks, I believe that NOW is the time for the female motorcycle rider to shine, and silouette the great sunrise as she rides into the vast horizon of opportunity that belongs to you, me, and the sisterhood at large. I believe NOW is the time where the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood will save the rally and bring truth therefore kicking out all lies, exposing rip-offs, crushing greed, tossing away everything false -- to the CURB, and then with all this trash off of our roadways, we can smoothly ride as easy rider wanderlusts along the ribbon of truth again and have fun.
All In Good Time, my friends and family.
with love and opportunity,
Sasha xo
photo by Bob Davis who is a publisher for Sturgis Rally News; a fellow Sturgis rally lover and resident who knows truth. Hey Bob, no matter what happened with this contest, you captured my joy for all things motorcycles and Sturgis in these photos and I'm eternally grateful. Too bad I wasn't photogenic enough to qualify for the title. www.sturgisbikeweek.com
2008/04/16
Mourning, Morning in the wild west.
Hello my lovely friends.
I know, I haven't posted in awhile. You see...it's mourning time. Daddy Poppi went to heaven on the evening of April 5th and I still haven't processed this spiritual transformation and his physical presence not being here, with me. I was with him when he transformed. I cannot write more about it at the moment.
After Poppi passed on, I went home to Nashville and sat by the river. I worked on some music and kept to myself. I knew I had to make it to Sturgis, South Dakota, for the Sturgis Bike Week Committee meeting for the Miss Sturgis contest. It was hard to get myself together for it. I was feeling close to home, and wanted to just be quiet, but I am loyal and enthusiastic about winning this title to benefit all us scooter tramps who just can't get enough of riding our motorcycles and the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally.
Well, I missed the first meeting which was for April 7th, due to the passing of my beloved Poppi. Though, I was bound and determined to be loyal to my entry into this contest and make it to Sturgis for the 14th. So here I am. The day of the last possible meeting before the committee would choose who will be Miss Sturgis. It ain't easy folks. This bohemian chick is up against some gorgeous hotties who are just so lovely, smart and all Bo Derek ten and tan. But, hey, I clean up good.
All of you know, that I am no super model. It's a big stretch for me to enter any kind of contest. The Bucket List movie, as I had mentioned, inspired me to enter with a mission to be like a female ambassador to all riders for my very favorite rally in the world, to celebrate women who ride, and to promote the legacy of Sturgis, South Dakota and surrounding areas related to the rally. And to have a hella fun time with everyone who would come to meet the Girls of Sturgis Bike Week. It's all about having FUN. So, I didn't enter it from a beauty standpoint, unless you count inside beauty.
My calendar shoot was me in my grease monkey looking road jeans, 8 inch clear platforms and a black and silver shirt, or orange leather shirt. I brought some sexy cool things with me, but considering the background, grafitti and art, and the words all you need is Love in the Beatlesque themed area of Art Alley in Rapid City, the outfit all fit quite well. Marla from High Maintenance Salon in Rapid City did my hair and makeup. She's awesome. She also does Jasmine Cain's hair, too.
Here I was proudly coupled with a black Harley-Davidson Cross Bones softtail. Oh, yes, I'm a small chick, 5'2, measurements oh about 33 2/3, 28, 36. I'm sort of like a Picasso painting come to life, where things have unique proportions. Oh, I gave good face....I gave good spirit in those photos. I'm an alley cat sex kitten. hahahhahahaha. But, I wasn't draped on the bike because quite frankly the only way I know how to drape myself over the bike is for a good night's sleep where I lay my head on a blanket, on top of the tank and stretch my legs up and over my bundle on the ass end of the bike. : )
The meeting with the Sturgis Bike Week committee folks was terrific. A fine bunch of people so loyal and dedicated to the wonderful rally operations and their customers. The meeting was held at Lehman Trikes. Now there's an interesting story. Read all about the founder of Lehman Trikes and learn more about how he took a Chevy Vega chassis and crafted his first trike in order to accomodate the comfort of his family and take them along for his motorcycle adventures. The trike is an important vehicle in the motorcycle culture. It's origins of course ...the tricycle. Read all about Lehman Trikes - Leader of the Three World here: http://www.lehmantrikes.com/ They offer an awesome variety of styles and models to choose from. Most of us who ride two wheels don't think often about the trike. ... but it is a sensational world to discover for us riders. I encourage women who don't feel comfortable on two wheels but want to ride, to investigate the trike. After all, you can carry a whole lot more shoes and accessories on a trike!
I went on air at 93.1 in Rapid City, and then on the air at X-Rock in Spearfish. These are some serious stations here in the Black Hills. I should say seriously FUN stations. X-Rock even played some snipets of the music we've been working so hard on back home in Nashville. What an honor to have appeared live on both stations.
I'm so grateful to everyone at Sturgis Bike Week, XRock, 93.1, Lehman Trikes and my dear friend Pepper. I'm also grateful to everyone who took the time to comment on my contestant page, to Cyril Huze, Rick Fairless, Vicki Gray, Tom Guest, Debbi Davids, and so many other terrific wind brothers and sisters who have supported my entry in this contest.
It's morning time here in Lead. My intentions were to make my way to Denver last night but I was told that there was a bunch of wild life on the road at night. Whew...I'm not in the mood to dodge antelope. So, I figured let me get some good sleep at the Ponderosa...and grabbed a cabin room. I'm snowed in...so I have no idea how far I'll get today. I didn't expect to be snowed in, considering the last few days reached upwards of 80 degrees here in the beautiful Black Hills.
It's been quite a journey ... this April 2008. I'm tired and I want to go home now. Last night I was all kinds of weepy because I just missed Daddy Poppi so much and here I am snowed in alone ... but the Black Hills comfort me, too. And so do all of you.
Peace, love and steady as she rolls....
Sasha
I know, I haven't posted in awhile. You see...it's mourning time. Daddy Poppi went to heaven on the evening of April 5th and I still haven't processed this spiritual transformation and his physical presence not being here, with me. I was with him when he transformed. I cannot write more about it at the moment.
After Poppi passed on, I went home to Nashville and sat by the river. I worked on some music and kept to myself. I knew I had to make it to Sturgis, South Dakota, for the Sturgis Bike Week Committee meeting for the Miss Sturgis contest. It was hard to get myself together for it. I was feeling close to home, and wanted to just be quiet, but I am loyal and enthusiastic about winning this title to benefit all us scooter tramps who just can't get enough of riding our motorcycles and the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally.
Well, I missed the first meeting which was for April 7th, due to the passing of my beloved Poppi. Though, I was bound and determined to be loyal to my entry into this contest and make it to Sturgis for the 14th. So here I am. The day of the last possible meeting before the committee would choose who will be Miss Sturgis. It ain't easy folks. This bohemian chick is up against some gorgeous hotties who are just so lovely, smart and all Bo Derek ten and tan. But, hey, I clean up good.
All of you know, that I am no super model. It's a big stretch for me to enter any kind of contest. The Bucket List movie, as I had mentioned, inspired me to enter with a mission to be like a female ambassador to all riders for my very favorite rally in the world, to celebrate women who ride, and to promote the legacy of Sturgis, South Dakota and surrounding areas related to the rally. And to have a hella fun time with everyone who would come to meet the Girls of Sturgis Bike Week. It's all about having FUN. So, I didn't enter it from a beauty standpoint, unless you count inside beauty.
My calendar shoot was me in my grease monkey looking road jeans, 8 inch clear platforms and a black and silver shirt, or orange leather shirt. I brought some sexy cool things with me, but considering the background, grafitti and art, and the words all you need is Love in the Beatlesque themed area of Art Alley in Rapid City, the outfit all fit quite well. Marla from High Maintenance Salon in Rapid City did my hair and makeup. She's awesome. She also does Jasmine Cain's hair, too.
Here I was proudly coupled with a black Harley-Davidson Cross Bones softtail. Oh, yes, I'm a small chick, 5'2, measurements oh about 33 2/3, 28, 36. I'm sort of like a Picasso painting come to life, where things have unique proportions. Oh, I gave good face....I gave good spirit in those photos. I'm an alley cat sex kitten. hahahhahahaha. But, I wasn't draped on the bike because quite frankly the only way I know how to drape myself over the bike is for a good night's sleep where I lay my head on a blanket, on top of the tank and stretch my legs up and over my bundle on the ass end of the bike. : )
The meeting with the Sturgis Bike Week committee folks was terrific. A fine bunch of people so loyal and dedicated to the wonderful rally operations and their customers. The meeting was held at Lehman Trikes. Now there's an interesting story. Read all about the founder of Lehman Trikes and learn more about how he took a Chevy Vega chassis and crafted his first trike in order to accomodate the comfort of his family and take them along for his motorcycle adventures. The trike is an important vehicle in the motorcycle culture. It's origins of course ...the tricycle. Read all about Lehman Trikes - Leader of the Three World here: http://www.lehmantrikes.com/ They offer an awesome variety of styles and models to choose from. Most of us who ride two wheels don't think often about the trike. ... but it is a sensational world to discover for us riders. I encourage women who don't feel comfortable on two wheels but want to ride, to investigate the trike. After all, you can carry a whole lot more shoes and accessories on a trike!
I went on air at 93.1 in Rapid City, and then on the air at X-Rock in Spearfish. These are some serious stations here in the Black Hills. I should say seriously FUN stations. X-Rock even played some snipets of the music we've been working so hard on back home in Nashville. What an honor to have appeared live on both stations.
I'm so grateful to everyone at Sturgis Bike Week, XRock, 93.1, Lehman Trikes and my dear friend Pepper. I'm also grateful to everyone who took the time to comment on my contestant page, to Cyril Huze, Rick Fairless, Vicki Gray, Tom Guest, Debbi Davids, and so many other terrific wind brothers and sisters who have supported my entry in this contest.
It's morning time here in Lead. My intentions were to make my way to Denver last night but I was told that there was a bunch of wild life on the road at night. Whew...I'm not in the mood to dodge antelope. So, I figured let me get some good sleep at the Ponderosa...and grabbed a cabin room. I'm snowed in...so I have no idea how far I'll get today. I didn't expect to be snowed in, considering the last few days reached upwards of 80 degrees here in the beautiful Black Hills.
It's been quite a journey ... this April 2008. I'm tired and I want to go home now. Last night I was all kinds of weepy because I just missed Daddy Poppi so much and here I am snowed in alone ... but the Black Hills comfort me, too. And so do all of you.
Peace, love and steady as she rolls....
Sasha
2008/03/14
Harley-Davidson's EPIC Women's Day Parade.
HARLEY-DAVIDSON'S WOMEN'S RIDE 2008 WAS AWESOME!
Presented by Sasha http://www.bikerlady.com/:
Yeah, the skies were pregnant with a little rain all day. But I'll tell you what didn't wait to drop, TEARS of JOY. Oh, the 400+ women riding in the parade felt the tears take a cheekward stroll as we participated in a history-making event. Harley-Davidson's first ever women's parade. Apparently it was 500 strong. All I could gather was several lines of Harleys and Buells stacked up ready to ride -- I had no idea what the final count was.
From Music City USA, I rode the southbound twists and wide open highway enroute to my destination: the curvaceous celebration of Harley and Buell chicks riding together in the first ever Parade of its kind. Oh the power of our HOURglass - it is ALL in the CURVES as folks hailed the femme force of riders roarrring down International Speedway and onto A1A! Led by Karen Davidson of the Harley-Davidson empire and a group of six selected females who wrote compelling essays about their riding experience and mentors, including the female executives of Harley-Davidson's women's outreach program, we waved and revved blazing a new Parade trail.
The Parade was also a fundraiser for MDA.
The energy was full throttle excitement. Let the pictures tell the story.
http://picasaweb.google.com/chromecowgirl/HARLEYDAVIDSONSWOMENSRIDE2008
Enjoy!
Love,
Sasha
Presented by Sasha http://www.bikerlady.com/:
Yeah, the skies were pregnant with a little rain all day. But I'll tell you what didn't wait to drop, TEARS of JOY. Oh, the 400+ women riding in the parade felt the tears take a cheekward stroll as we participated in a history-making event. Harley-Davidson's first ever women's parade. Apparently it was 500 strong. All I could gather was several lines of Harleys and Buells stacked up ready to ride -- I had no idea what the final count was.
From Music City USA, I rode the southbound twists and wide open highway enroute to my destination: the curvaceous celebration of Harley and Buell chicks riding together in the first ever Parade of its kind. Oh the power of our HOURglass - it is ALL in the CURVES as folks hailed the femme force of riders roarrring down International Speedway and onto A1A! Led by Karen Davidson of the Harley-Davidson empire and a group of six selected females who wrote compelling essays about their riding experience and mentors, including the female executives of Harley-Davidson's women's outreach program, we waved and revved blazing a new Parade trail.
The Parade was also a fundraiser for MDA.
The energy was full throttle excitement. Let the pictures tell the story.
http://picasaweb.google.com/chromecowgirl/HARLEYDAVIDSONSWOMENSRIDE2008
Enjoy!
Love,
Sasha
HURRAY FOR THE NAYSAYERS!
Among the people she thanked were naysayers: “The ones that said I was talentless, that I was chubby, that I couldn’t sing, that I was a one-hit wonder,” she said. “They pushed me to be better, and I am grateful for their resistance.”
This is an excerpt from Madonna's acceptance speech at The Rock N Roll Hall of Fame reception at the Waldorf Astoria. It struck a chord in me, a Bsus chord, one of those sparking chords, and B for B yourself. Suspended as in (hang freely or to hang so as to allow free movement).
Welcome the naysayers in their ignorance of an individual's talent. They can't possibly know the depths of anyone's desires or talents if their hearts are not even open to their own! The naysayers do not let talent hang freely to allow free movement. They think of suspend as to halt something, and even then, those talented ones with the passion in their hearts will love the suspense, and pursue their passionwork with even more dedication than ever before.
Because they OWN it. They own their talent. They enjoy the unfathomable depths of their creativity because it is directly from the source of the ONE great creator. And the only way to experience the ONE great Creator is in the moment of truth. The present second in which we live. The feeding tube of talent is an open heart. When the heart is open full bloom, no matter what the circumstances, no matter what the naysayers spat, the heart is fully open to the solar energy of the Creator. In my situation, the divine Miracle Grow for my bloom is of the Creator -- Mother/Father and my brother Jesus and sister Mary. My HOLY family who I treasure and adore. I flourish in that Garden.
Naysayers will always be in our lives because they are all around us. They visit our enthusiasm like scary monsters in a pretty dream. But let us be valiant and stand up to them with our slingshot of sparkling talent. Be our selves. Bsus chord. Play the B chord and then play a Bsus chord it is lovely, it is a step further. Take the lovely step further.
Here's a Tea Thought for the day, click to enlarge:
xo S
Here's another thought:
The forces of mediocrity, by Seth Godin http://sethgodin.typepad.com/
Maybe it should be, "the forces for mediocrity"... There's a myth that all you need to do is outline your vision and prove it's right—then, quite suddenly, people will line up and support you.
In fact, the opposite is true. Remarkable visions and genuine insight are always met with resistance. And when you start to make progress, your efforts are met with even more resistance. Products, services, career paths... whatever it is, the forces for mediocrity will align to stop you, forgiving no errors and never backing down until it's over. If it were any other way, it would be easy. And if it were any other way, everyone would do it and your work would ultimately be devalued. The yin and yang are clear: without people pushing against your quest to do something worth talking about, it's unlikely it would be worth the journey. Persist.
2008/02/19
Who Said A City Girl Can't Be Country?
I'm in the thick of mixing this song. Holy cow. What a challenge. I have alot going on in the song admittedly. It's like I have a blank canvas and now I have to choose from a hundred colors to paint the picture, but not muddy it all up. And then what is the consistent color that is the foundation for it all.
I have all the tracks I want and now it's a matter of painting the picture. I have white out the canvas on this song so many times, for all kinds of reasons ranging from my learning curve producing my own music, to what the song musically represents, to achieving that perfect blend of Nashville meets NYC.
Blending, mixing, carving, crafting. Today, I'm closer than ever with this song. My energies are going to crafting this song today. Blending and sculpting it. It's an artsty redneck symphony which is complicated.
I don't want to muddy it up. It needs to be a masterpiece. Later on I'll post a mix. Tell me what you think.
xoS
I have all the tracks I want and now it's a matter of painting the picture. I have white out the canvas on this song so many times, for all kinds of reasons ranging from my learning curve producing my own music, to what the song musically represents, to achieving that perfect blend of Nashville meets NYC.
Blending, mixing, carving, crafting. Today, I'm closer than ever with this song. My energies are going to crafting this song today. Blending and sculpting it. It's an artsty redneck symphony which is complicated.
I don't want to muddy it up. It needs to be a masterpiece. Later on I'll post a mix. Tell me what you think.
xoS
2008/02/18
The Hottie on the Harley is still in the running...UPDATE!
Well, further to my post this morning....looks like I'm still high five in the runnin...
I encourage your votes, my beautiful friends and family and those who love girls who ride motorcycles and the legacy of the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally!
VAVAVAVote away.....www.misssturgis.com
XOSASHA....
I encourage your votes, my beautiful friends and family and those who love girls who ride motorcycles and the legacy of the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally!
VAVAVAVote away.....www.misssturgis.com
XOSASHA....
2008/02/08
I've Got The Music In Me.
Bound and determined. Is that what it takes? I've got an itch I need to scratch. It's musical. It's a need to get my songs and motoroadeoMC magic out to the world. I'm on a mission. It feels really good. I'm filled with inspiration. Filled with this vision. I've got the music in me...There is power in faith. I'm faithfilled. Just doing and enjoying each moment of doing...of the process. I used to get frustrated and sometimes cry about my dreams seeming so difficult to achieve. But not any more. Because I enjoy the process, now. The art of doing. The art of being fully in the moment and engaging myself in the activity of now. Right now.
Right now, I'm communicating to the world. What motorvates me to do this? Because I just love so much that I want to share my existence. I want to know about your existence. You inspire me to create. I inspire myself to create. The act of living is inspirational. I like to share things I learn and I like to learn. I can only do that by making myself known to you. And likewise, you known to me.
I've got the music in me. Some interesting rhythm, I'll tell you. I do hear a song in everybody. It's been said that every person is a storybook. I say every person is a song, many songs, many melodies.
I want to share my songs with you. My melodies. Tonight I'm mixing...rough mixes. Preparing and grooming my music to be sent to a professional mix engineer, who is the finest mixer in the world out of NYC. He rides motorcycles, too.
Ziggy, my new guitar, and I are totally into one another. I've composed something with Patrick that is just so pretty, very Beatles sounding meets, me. I don't know what it will be yet. I love the chord changes. I've been studying the Eagles' music. There some dang gorgeous chord changes. I've realized that music which is truly pouring forth from the soul in its purest and truthful form will move other souls. It reaches the core in its truth. The type of melodies that the Eagles write, is like choregraphed physical movement, though it makes your spirit dance and moves you on a journey...that's where your mind is able to connect, because first your soul is swept away by the music, then your mind is able to fall into a place of awareness. Embracing and engaging your whole being with the sound that becomes a taste that becomes a scent that becomes something you sware you can touch -- while your mind paints pictures to see.
I've got the music in me. Like you do, too. The key right now is getting the music completed and into the world for all to enjoy and feel inspired.
I encourage you all to pursue your deep dreams that are in you, yearning to come forth.
With love and artistic passion,
your friend,
Sasha
2008/02/04
MISS STURGIS 2008 - Vote for me!
Hello dear friends and family.
My pilgrimage on my motorcycle to the Black Hills for the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in South Dakota every year is a high octane, fun and spirited event. As a chrome cowgirl, I feel like I'm blazin' trails on my chrome horse as I gallop through the wild west enroute to one of the most soulful landscapes in America.
I'm entering the Miss Sturgis contest to roarrrr new meaning to the title. To me this title is about the ride! It's about the rally! And of course it's about being a girl who lives and breathes motorcycles.
As most of you know, I love to ride my motorcycle to the rally and I treasure the state of South Dakota, its people and its history. I honor the legacy of the motorcycle rally and races and its co-founders Pearl and J. Clarence "Pappy" Hoel, (Mr. Hoel also founded the Jackpine Gypsies Motorcycle Club). Pearl will forever be known to me as "The Pearl of the Rally." I'm also all about supporting girls who ride motorcycles and seeing more female energy thundering across the country wearing big s'miles. July 2008 is the release date of my new book called Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life by Motorbooks International.
So, for the above heartfelt reasons I have decided to enter this contest and capture the title of Miss Sturgis and promote it for great causes.
The voting is done by people's choice (info is here) http://www.misssturgis.com/ I would be so honored if you would vote for me by going to this URL and clicking on my photo: http://www.misssturgis.com/contestantlist.php - You can also read much more about the contest there. There are four voting rounds therefore I'll resend this message when the next round comes up again.
The voting starts over on Feb. 16, March 1, March 15 and the final three will move to the finalists on March 29. Miss Sturgis will be chosen by April 19th.
If you're interested, read about the rally history here: http://www.sturgismotorcyclerally.com/
In addition, please visit this Sturgis Rally charity event to learn more about how you can support a great cause: Kids & Chrome - http://www.kidsandchrome.org/.
Feel free to share this e-mail as appropriate.
I appreciate you all so much in my life. Thank you dearly for taking the time to read this e-mail and for considering to vote for me!
Peace and love, ,
Sasha Mullins-- http://www.bikerlady.com/
My pilgrimage on my motorcycle to the Black Hills for the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in South Dakota every year is a high octane, fun and spirited event. As a chrome cowgirl, I feel like I'm blazin' trails on my chrome horse as I gallop through the wild west enroute to one of the most soulful landscapes in America.
I'm entering the Miss Sturgis contest to roarrrr new meaning to the title. To me this title is about the ride! It's about the rally! And of course it's about being a girl who lives and breathes motorcycles.
As most of you know, I love to ride my motorcycle to the rally and I treasure the state of South Dakota, its people and its history. I honor the legacy of the motorcycle rally and races and its co-founders Pearl and J. Clarence "Pappy" Hoel, (Mr. Hoel also founded the Jackpine Gypsies Motorcycle Club). Pearl will forever be known to me as "The Pearl of the Rally." I'm also all about supporting girls who ride motorcycles and seeing more female energy thundering across the country wearing big s'miles. July 2008 is the release date of my new book called Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life by Motorbooks International.
So, for the above heartfelt reasons I have decided to enter this contest and capture the title of Miss Sturgis and promote it for great causes.
The voting is done by people's choice (info is here) http://www.misssturgis.com/ I would be so honored if you would vote for me by going to this URL and clicking on my photo: http://www.misssturgis.com/contestantlist.php - You can also read much more about the contest there. There are four voting rounds therefore I'll resend this message when the next round comes up again.
The voting starts over on Feb. 16, March 1, March 15 and the final three will move to the finalists on March 29. Miss Sturgis will be chosen by April 19th.
If you're interested, read about the rally history here: http://www.sturgismotorcyclerally.com/
In addition, please visit this Sturgis Rally charity event to learn more about how you can support a great cause: Kids & Chrome - http://www.kidsandchrome.org/.
Feel free to share this e-mail as appropriate.
I appreciate you all so much in my life. Thank you dearly for taking the time to read this e-mail and for considering to vote for me!
Peace and love, ,
Sasha Mullins-- http://www.bikerlady.com/
2008/02/01
Rolling Around, Serving It UP!
Yeah, this year, I am going to be rolling around on my chopper and SERVING IT UP, the music, the books, the merch. The dream comes together 2008! The vision is full on and upstoppable. The wheels are going to carry this vision worldwide.
The band motoroadeoMC is going to blow yer mind, grab your heart and soul and deliver you into that bad ass space...wild and free on the open road.
The book Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life! is a shut up and ride read. It'll light a fire in your fingertips and you'll be revving your life full gust. Wide open, friends.... This book is quirky, inspirational, in-yer-face fun, and will be a dog-earred sum beech book you'll carry in your saddlebags and share with friends when they need a bit o uplifting and humor.
The Chrome Cowgirl merch is sexy, and on top of the saddle beautiful for all sizes, shapes and mindspace. In development now...to be launched this year.
There's more stuff on the horizon JUST FOR YOU's ALL. My amazing friends, family, fans, --- You are my heart...so I'm creating great stuff to enhance your journey....rev it up....
Yeah, I'm ROLLING AROUND and SERVING IT UP just 4 u.
Peace, love and tire burn branding....
xoxoxoSasha
The band motoroadeoMC is going to blow yer mind, grab your heart and soul and deliver you into that bad ass space...wild and free on the open road.
The book Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life! is a shut up and ride read. It'll light a fire in your fingertips and you'll be revving your life full gust. Wide open, friends.... This book is quirky, inspirational, in-yer-face fun, and will be a dog-earred sum beech book you'll carry in your saddlebags and share with friends when they need a bit o uplifting and humor.
The Chrome Cowgirl merch is sexy, and on top of the saddle beautiful for all sizes, shapes and mindspace. In development now...to be launched this year.
There's more stuff on the horizon JUST FOR YOU's ALL. My amazing friends, family, fans, --- You are my heart...so I'm creating great stuff to enhance your journey....rev it up....
Yeah, I'm ROLLING AROUND and SERVING IT UP just 4 u.
Peace, love and tire burn branding....
xoxoxoSasha
2008/01/26
Love Is All There Is
Love cures
Love heals
Love encourages
Love is all there is.
Love is Gratitude. Please think of only the good things in life that you are grateful for because through those good things, flows the healing energy of love to cure other areas in your life which trouble you. There is power in those good things, those blessings which you have in life. If you are terminally ill, think of good things, like the hand that holds yours, like the nurse who cares for you, like the hope you give another to power through... If you are experiencing a job loss and possible financial disaster, think of the good things, the love of your child or spouse, the fact that love surrounds you in your darkest hour and it may not even be so much a person type love, but a very deep spiritual unseen love. Think about the hot meal that you're able to eat.
I, like you, have experienced so much in my short time here on earth. Many times I have traveled through such a dark night of the soul, I could not even dream that there is any good. But then I would look around in my imperfection and warped perspective, and there, across the room would be my kitty cat staring at me and she'd roll over on her back and look at me upside down as if to say, I love you mom, let me be a clown for you -- and she would make me chuckle in my misery. There were lots of times when I could not afford a supper so I'd eat a diet bar, or, I'd dine on a hot, steamy slice of pizza and I could only have one....and that pizza would be darn tasty. I'd share it with my kitty cat. Or the hot bagel from H&H fresh out of the oven. I would eat it plain while strolling slowly back to my tiny apartment. I'd be lost in that moment and tell God thank you so much for giving me this small moment with my bagel from H&H when everything else seems like it's in the shitter.
Love is all there is. I'm loved and I'll lay my head in the lap of the invisible Jesus. Think about how much power we have in the love. The power pulls us through and tells us not to be anxious or concerned. Be active, yes. But pray before activity and planning...using your mind is deadly without prayer...things get tangled up if the action of praying doesn't straighten the confusion.
Yes, Love is all there is...even when no one is around. You feel that deafening loneliness. The crappy job, the terrifying unemployment, the diagnosis of a disease that will be a long fight. In this big world, past the sky, into the universe, to visit the furthest star, there is love. Upon which the universe comes into existence...on that powerful energy. That energy is ours to mend and heal and boost confidences and inspire and realize that within ourselves is every answer to every question.
Love is all there is. In our every action. When we eat, do we choose loving foods that will empower the physical, the mental and stimulate awareness within our spiritual? Do we choose loving activity when we encounter another that will create a life changing ripple effect? Do we stop to consider our thoughts, that they come from a place of love...so that we will not scold ourselves and enter into a place of self-loathing, and misery from frustration based upon the outward goings on in our lives.
Love is all there is. Love the situation that you are in, into a healing energy. The only effort is just to look at the situation, feel it deeply and realize the good surrounding you...any type of good will do because from the good comes the love.
xoS
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
