I recently got lost on the Back Road in Madrid, New Mexico. Near midnight and pitch black, I sort of knew the way… But wished I’d took down my friend’s landline when he offered it, because now the only option was to stop, and breathe, and wait—for some sort of a feeling or sign, to try a new direction.
Walking the pup I was sitting for next morning past the very point I was disoriented the night before, made me laugh out loud. There was a tree that forks the road, and a simple veer to the right, not left, connected me home.
Such is life, huh? The panic of losing our center can be replaced by a pause, and slight step to the side to find your way, again. Maybe we should get lost more. Just to remind us—we’re never really far from home.
Not sure about you, but things have been trying in my world. Yes, it’s beautiful and abundant, and in many ways, incredibly privileged. I get that. But, I’m here to report, some days…man, it ain’t easy.
Because it takes a certain skin to be able to stick your ideas so far out there, aching of vulnerability and exposure… There are days I’m a ninja slayer. I’m one hundred percent behind myself and handle it all. The other days—are days I suspect you have, too.
Days where I cry over nothing, or feel so alien in my own skin that crawling out of it seems the only sane option. The famed writer, Bukowski says, “Find what you love, and let it kill you.” It certainly feels the world as we know it, is ending…
Cheers to you out there—going for the kill,
I recently saw a stage production of George Orwell’s, “1984.” The New York Times hails it the number one book you should read in 2017. Written nearly seventy years ago, it is freakishly topical. I squirmed in my seat all the way through the second act wanting to flee, the theatre and this tone altogether.
I have been begging you to go to the poets. In classes, reminding anxious students that music saves you. That literature, and sound therapy, and keeping up with beauty inspires and feeds you. Fighting the good fight, in these divided times.
We have to rise up as a people, and not by posting opinions on social media, but by feeding your insides. “Feed your head,” as the Jefferson Airplane lyrics go. Nurture intimate relationships more. Pick up that novel you’ve wanted to read. Write that blog you’ve been tossing around, because the way to fight oppression is through expression. And we need loads of it to remind us what we’re fighting for.