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Rest In Reality

“Rest in reality” she said, and as an avid dreamer that statement hit me like a ton of bricks, quite in the way reality usually does.

I like living in the clouds. Romanticizing all the little details. Takin’ my sweet ol’ time, ya know?

But lately reality has been hittin’ me hard. It’s reminding me “Sweetie, you’re in a body. On a planet. There are rules here. Laws here.”

And suddenly I wake from my twilight anesthesia, drowsy, confused, like “what?”

“Yep. Rules, baby rules” it reminds me.

Sigh.

Anyway.

Rest in reality. Now that’s something I’ve been resisting like the plague.

But I am learning. Learning that IT IS WHAT IT IS SOMETIMES.

Expectations don’t always match reality. Life sometimes will do it’s own thing no matter how damn hard you try. You don’t always get what you want. You WILL feel pain. You will lose. You will get rejected. Your dream might not come true.

Yes, life is beautiful. But also, it is not.

So I just want to take a moment to honor and acknowledge that.

I am learning to accept, and dare I say, love what is. But let’s not get too carried away. I’m definitely not at the “loving it” stage yet. Not even close. I am kind of sort of learning — ya know? It’s been kinda like trying to learn to walk a tightrope while juggling flaming baseball bats with a weighted vest. It’s a circus right now.

In all seriousness though, it is indeed a beautiful skill to develop. To hold the grief in solid wisdom, bow to life in respect and give it a kiss in the forehead in reverence and say “I understand. I accept.”

Because as my good friend Silvia would say, “It is what it is.”

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Rocked

The moon is looking beautiful out tonight. It makes me think of you. It makes me think of music, the desert, charcuterie board with red wine and holding you close.

Damn, this year got me rocked.

After the suicide of two people I loved, I’m shook.

This life is temporary. What’s worse is that there are people suffering to varying degrees on this planet.

WTF is going on? What are we doing to one another? Why are homes hundreds of thousands of dollars? Why are we making it so stressful when we could be making it so beautiful, peaceful, incredible instead?

HEAVEN ON EARTH.

This idea of being a New Earth Leader keeps swirling in my mind.
WTF does that even mean?

It just means being a good fucking human who cares about the planet and the others in it to give it you plain and short.

We should be tending to the land. The land is our home. Since when do we charge for what is our birth right?

Why are we putting a price tag on what is already given to us freely by mama Earth?


I’m livid bro.

What’s fucking worse is the ripple effect of our shitty consciousness.

Young girls made to feel like their bodies are not good enough, leading to eating disorders, body dysmorphia, cutting behaviors and suicide.

I’m pissed.

WTF is going on? What are we doing to one another?

Borrow money from banks to go to college. To get a job to pay for the money you borrowed. To borrow to buy a car to drive to the job, you’re in debt to get. To borrow to buy a home and be a slave for 30 years to pay that mortgage. Debt on debt on debt on debt.

The money circulates between the banks. It just goes from Chase to Chase when you swipe at the grocery store and the clerk receives the transaction to their bank.

What is this game we’re playing?

Is this really the vision guys?

There is a lot to be grateful for. There is a lot that is working. There is a lot that is good. There is a lot that is truly amazing, beautiful and we should be so proud of.

And there is also so much we need to look at, revise and improve. A lot to take accountability for. A lot of shit to fix. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

Anyway. I don’t wanna overwhelm you with my nonsense and endless complaints.

On another note…

Reality is so interesting to me.

I’ve been so on the fence lately about magic, miracles, quantum energy, manifestation and all inexplicable matters that evoke a sense of “there is more here than meets the eye” type vibe.
But then coincidences and synchronicities happen that you can’t help but suspect “divine intervention” is happening or that perhaps God is listening after all.

I don’t know. I’m lost.

My heart hurts deeply sometimes. It’s actually been beating irregular lately too. I saw a doctor about it. I’ve had a few moments where it was hard to breathe for like 3 seconds.

I’m also counseling people in a mental health setting.

I’m also trying to find my ultimate purpose. And figure my shit out as always.

Gahhh…..

There is so much I wish to say and pour out. I wish I could hug every human, myself included and just send everyone a deep message of hope, love, and courage. To assure myself and everyone else that it’s ok and will be ok always. I really wish I could.

“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay it’s not the end.”


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heartbreak

my heart is broken in a trillion pieces. I’m standing over the devastating mess wondering if I’ll ever manage to put it back together.

What is it all for?

My soul cries and falls down to its knees. “Noooo. Why??”

I’m sad. Angry. Discouraged. Weary.
Questioning do I even want to live?
What’s it all for anyway?

“I don’t want to grow bitter” it says.
“I still want to believe.”

I used to think that life was magical. How could it not be? Look at it. Look at all the intelligence. The leaves. The fruits that grow from the tress. Our intelligent bodies. How marvelous.

Yet despite all this magnificence there is also this destructive, merciless force permeating reality. Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, death, famine, war, pollution, fights, envy, politics, profit over people, hate, jealousy, deterioration, sickness, a lion gunning for the throat of the gazelle, chaos.

It’s a lot.

I don’t know what to make of it anymore. It’s like no matter what I do the outcome is just I’m going to age and die and so will you and everyone else. I don’t even want to share this because it sounds so negative. Because I could, instead, believe we end up figuring out how to preserve life, create peace and more harmony. But I don’t know – I’m disillusioned. Saddened that perhaps there is no God. That all the magic I believed in isn’t real. There is just this — this f%#23d up world with no happy endings.

I kept waiting for God. Waiting that he would show up and save the day. Now, my faith is crushed. My soul is lost. My heart so broken its become dust particles. I’m so deeply saddened.

But even still… a little tiny part of me insists “Don’t give up. You gotta believe. Please believe.”

Don’t let me grow bitter. < These are the words I wrote in my journal today.

I notice my child like spirit is getting washed away by the passage of time. My face less bright. My mouth more frowned.

SIGH.

I’ve been taking deep breaths.

“Just enough grace for this moment. Just enough grace for this minute.”

Leaning into trust minute by minute. Giving it all over to the force of time in full surrender when I feel like I can’t bare another minute.

I’m sorry world if I have failed you.
I am sorry for all we are going through.


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Endings

There is something so deeply poetic about endings.

Life is constantly in the process of moving, from one moment to the next.

The moment you started reading this is already over, you are now getting to the middle and now the end of this sentence.

It’s all evaporating. Morphing. Changing.
Everything changes.
And what hurts is that sometimes we wish it wouldn’t.
We wish we didn’t have to say good bye to the people and places we love because letting go of something we hold dear is painful.

There is something so deeply painful about going through the loss of what we love.
The loss of a lover, a friend, a parent, our youth.

There is something so bittersweet about this aspect of change. Change is what allows us to experience. To grow. To move through time.

Sometimes it means moving closer to the people and things we want, while other times moving further and further away.

The pain of a breakup feels like the soul is being ripped apart.
The pain of detaching. Healing. It hurts so profoundly.

Wounds can be complex in nature. They have dimension. They can bring both wisdom, sadness, fondness, appreciation, regret. Some wounds are like a soup carrying a mixture of flavors and many ingredients.

It’s so hard to say good bye sometimes.
Yet it’s these very endings that clear the same for the new. For rebirth. For transformation. We must let go of what is in order to step into what is becoming and what will be. It’s the endings that will make way for your greatest joys. For fresh energy to enter your life and new wisdom to be gained.
Until it’s time to say good bye to that too at some point. A new ending from another beginning.

Gahhhh.

I like to think of enduring endings the way you would a tattoo. They’re painful, but you just sit there and take the pain. Sometimes that’s all we can do. Is sit and take the pain. To fully sink into it and feel it. To embrace the shadow, the dark, the hurt, the loss, the sickness, the breakdown, the storm. To look it all in the face and simply endure. Simply be with it. Simply accept that it hurts and that all we can do in this moment is feel the pain. There is no where to go or hide. The only place is here and now and this pain.

Oof.

Boy, I tell ya. This life. It’s a sick, wild, beautiful, wonderful, sad, bittersweet piece of art.


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Human

I woke up from my sleep and now I’m in tears

I had no intention to write here

but the idea and inspiration came over me

“Do it later. Tomorrow. Why now?” My mind chimed in,

yet my body drove itself to the phone, carried itself to the couch and here I am. Tears on my face. Lights off. Room lit by a salt lamp and the light emanating from my phone.

Who am I? What am I doing here? What is this experience? Why?

I am wildly human

and sometimes it really saddens me

I see myself in my imperfection

in my humanity

with my needs, wants, expectations

Sometimes I observe myself in action, in my humanity

wanting recognition

thinking I’m better than, thinking I’m less than- thinking this, thinking that — so many thoughts swirling through my head

some days I want to give up

on life, on myself, on the work I do, on everything

and nothing makes me more sad than that part of my truth. That I could get to a point of feeling so broken that it leaves me feeling with a lack of desire for life

I get tired of my own humanity

and I get tired of the humanity of others

I get tired of my experience, because something feels off about it sometimes

I get to these moments where I lose hope for our species. I let the fear, worry, doubt, dissatisfaction win

but it’s for a moment, it’s not all of me

I see the suffering in the world and I want to fix it

I see my own suffering and I want to fix it

what do I have to complain about? I have food in the fridge, a bed to lay in, electricity, heated water that is flowing through pipes that I can turn on in an instant to bathe in. I have clothes, shoes, plants, books, electronics, access to internet, diplomas, a beach less than a mile away.

Yet somehow I still find something to complain about

Sigh… my humanity 😦

I’m sad.

I’m sad for all the people who are struggling. I am sad for all the times I have struggled.

Sometimes I think there is a God. A good God. A kind of God, life, reality and realm where everything truly is perfect. Beautiful, whole, complete and there is no fear— no judgment. No worries. Nothing to do, be, get. Pure bliss. Joy. Rest.
And that perhaps that is the truth of where it’s all at. And that right now we are just having a temporary experience. To learn and to grow. But that in the end we are all safe. We are all okay. Everything is okay. Everyone and everything is good and safe.

Sometimes it’s hard to neglect that there is something truly beautiful happening here. When I observe the perfection of a leaf. The perfection of our bodies — so well designed. The variety of creatures on Earth — each designed so intricately. Everything designed with such precision, mastery, art.

I look around and I see everything that is already working, and I can’t help but be in awe. In gratitude.

At times I feel as if I have no choice but to surrender. To have faith.

Who am I really to even do anything about anything? Sometimes I wonder that too…

Who am I not to?

I can’t let the negative voice win

It’s a constant battle

to get to the light…

I have to keep believing that despite my humanity, despite my flaws, there is something greater orchestrating our world for good

or at least that’s my hope that it ultimately is for good

Ahhhh I don’t wanna ramble your ear off anymore, or your eyes since you’re reading this

Some days I lose hope

but for the most part I believe

I believe and I trust

and I hope that if I do my part, try my best, do my best, give my best and keep hoping for the best — maybe it will be enough

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Suffering

Life has its beautiful moments
but it also serves us a fair share of suffering

This post is to acknowledge the suffering

Today I find myself in tears
thick, warm droplets stream down my cheeks
paper towels soaked of the storms from my eyes
though I can’t identify exactly why

But if I tried to explain why it would sound a little something along the lines of: existential dread combined with feeling lost, pressures of needing to be productive yet feeling suffocated creatively, while also recovering from being sick this week

Having been sick this week has once again reminded me of the finitude of life
That life is unpredictable and fragile
That our destination is to each day age some more and each day get closer to death

And I just want to take a moment to acknowledge that it’s sad to be sick
It’s sad when we go through moments of struggle

It’s sad when we see the people we love struggle, age, get sick and die

It’s sad going through loss
It’s sad going through heart break
It’s sad losing the things you’ve worked so hard for
It’s sad going through financial struggles
It’s sad when things are sad


Existence also comes with sadness


So I’d like to take a moment to sit with the sadness
and to admit that life isn’t just beautiful
It’s also hard… and it’s also sad

-Meseeks, photo credit to illustrators of Rick and Morty

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Rewind

Song on repeat
Chest sinking
Another wine glass by the bedside

Reflection in the mirror —
Puffy eyes.
Waking up from another terrible dream
Another dream where you walk away
And it’s not meant to be 😥

Sigh…

Today isn’t as bad as its been

They say grief happens in stages

Some days I go on streaks without thinking of you
Then suddenly remember “Oh wow, I haven’t thought about you all day!”
[the irony]

Some days it feels heavy, disappointing, angry
Some days it feels hopeful and even happy
Sometimes I want to share that happiness with you…

Sometimes I want to tell you about something cool I saw,
Share what I think would make you laugh…

Most times I feel mad at you for how selfish you have been,
and mad at myself for how stupid I have been

Yet a part of me wishes we could fix it all.
Can we rewind the tape?
Can we go back to the days when we’d wake up excited like kiddos
When every day felt like an adventure

…

But when I really think about it, I don’t even want to.


How many times can we rewind before we eventually get sick of hearing the same song…

I am better off as the person I am becoming
And I hope you are too

Perhaps when the sun has set just enough times to heal the wounds
Maybe then we will meet again…

or not…

nonetheless, the memories and the lessons will play on



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Ache

My head aches.

My body aches.

My heart aches.

My stomach aches.

My soul aches.

Was it one drink too many that eventually did it?

I’m tired of being the one who’s always wrong. Despite my every attempt it just seems like I’ll never be good enough for you. I’ll always be wrong. Always be not enough. Always be the crazy blonde girl who jumped on stage.

I don’t like who I see in the reflection mirrored in your eyes. There’s this distorted image of me. There’s me looking away because I can’t make any sense of why you’re staring at me.

Are you trying to figure out if you like me enough to stay? Have you made a decision? Will you ever?

My brain aches trying to decode your mixed messages.

I’m tired. I’m old.

I’m exhausted from overthinking. From trying to “figure it out.”

From wondering if you’re just waiting for someone else to come along so the “place holder” I’ve become can just be discarded like an over used tissue paper.

Actions speak louder than words. And all I hear you saying is “I care. But not enough.”

 

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Hurt

I’ve been so hurt before.

And I could point at the world and say “You. It’s your fault.”

I could point at life and say “You. It’s your fault.”

Or I could point at me and say “Me. It’s my fault. For not being mature enough. For letting my emotions rule me. For allowing such things as ego to run me. For allowing my attachments to get the best of me. For not knowing how to let go. For not knowing how to surrender. To be okay in the face of what is. To accept that not everything goes my way. And that there are things that I don’t like. And if I can help them, great. And if not, it’s okay.”

I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it out.

All I know is that I want to heal. And I want not to be ruled by my emotions. Especially not the destructive ones. I want to live awake. Live consciously. But most of all, live happily, freely, abundantly, peacefully, connctectedly and in love.

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