I Wore Pink Underwear to the Farmers' Market on Thursday

under my clothing, that is. Just to be clear.

I sometimes grab a particular color of panties based on the needs of the day. This definitely falls in line with my magical thinking tendencies, but hey, one never knows.

After the last city council meeting I knew it might be likely I’d be running into someone at the market who had been there or seen the video afterward, and I needed a little extra pink on the butt for some love vibe protections. I’m just remembering that the color of my panties during the meeting was nude, and, well, I did feel pretty naked in that environment and at the lectern once more.

My external outfit was all red, orange, and green. I actually did not think at all about the colors I was wearing on the outside, I just grabbed the coolest thing I could as it was 100 degrees, but the underwear color, now this I was very clear to note. I guess the magic works if only I know about it????? This is sounding a little Mormonish, the magical underwear part. Perhaps this is some past-life energy bleeding through?

I almost grabbed the lavender pair that was next to the pink, but put it back because I remembered I was going to be teaching a Channeling Class the following Saturday, and purple is the color of amethyst which is known to facilitate connections with other beings or access to the higher self, etc, and is the perfect pair for that day (why do we call it a pair of underpants? or a pair of pants, excuse me while I look this up).

Okay, I’m back. Apparently, in the early 1800s, they were two pieces of material and each one had to be tied separately. Why!? Women, why???? Why do we torture ourselves with undergarments?? I’ve left the underwires behind and either wear a wireless bralette or nothing these days, and plain but colorful cotton panties. Going braless is a huge deal. My mother was very conservative about some things, and I can not ever remember her without an underwire bra.

It’s taken me a long time to free myself from her ideas about what is or isn’t appropriate when it comes to how I physically present myself. I ditched all make-up when we moved to the redwoods from Chicago. I remember the morning I was applying my foundation and then just threw it out. I was living in the woods for Christ’s sake! I no longer live in the woods. We left the woods of Northern California for the ocean and desert of Southern California sixteen years ago, but I still have not returned to applying makeup to my face.

Back to the pink panties and the conversation I had with myself earlier about them. Yep, this is the running inner monologue most days. I am not always this precise, clearly, look at my choice to wear red on the outside, all pink and loving on the inside, and fiery and ready for action on the outside. Well, that may have been unconscious, because it was actually how I was feeling.

I also put my larimar necklace on because, well, Atlantis and my connection to that life and the confidence I derive from it. Also, so much of what is playing out right now in our world, politically, socially, environmentally, etc., whether it be local, national, or beyond seems to be some of the Atlantean timeline bleeding through. We’re giving ourselves an opportunity to reunify that which was torn asunder so long ago, whether you perceive Atlantis as a myth, fact, or allegory.

It was pretty quiet at the market with the heat and all. I wandered the booths and talked with all of my favorite farmers there. We are so fortunate to have this Thursday market in Ojai. We have a bigger one on Sunday which is much busier and a tourist attraction. I always go to that one as well for certain things and connections with other wonderful farmers and other people, but our Thursday market is a gem. It’s more focused on local goods with more locals shopping there, and I always see plenty of people I know.

As I was buying my organic peaches and nectarines from G Farms I found myself standing right next to a woman who looked at me and said, “Hi, I don’t know if you recognize me but,………”

I cut her off, “You were sitting in the row in front of me at the city council meeting and turned to me and put your hand on your heart in a loving way after I spoke to offer me support. Thank you!”

We introduced ourselves and chatted a bit more. She is just catching up on the city doings and has not made definitive decisions about where she stands on any of it.

I thanked her again for her loving gesture that night and for introducing herself to me today as we were heading in different directions. She said, “No matter what side we are all on, shouldn’t we all be showing each other some basic human decency and kindness?”

And there you have it, pink panties for the win.

P.S. It’s Lughnasad on Tuesday, August 1st, the pagan/Celtic high holiday celebrating the official first harvest. It’s a fantastic day to celebrate all that you are grateful for, connect with the Earth (barefoot on the ground), and feast on what has been freshly harvested. The moon will also be full in Aquarius on August 1st at 11:31 am Pacific Time, and it will be a supermoon. Let your yin rise, open yourself up, and receive all of the love and support you deserve.

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