meditations from the summer

I haven’t written anything other than poetry in this blog for a while now, so I thought I would give you all a little update with what’s been happening in my life. Things have been really beautiful and confusing and full of love and sad and adventurous and scary and hilarious. You know, the usual.

But wow. That was one hell of a summer.

Late last night, Bay Area bound after a few weeks on the road, I drove through the winding roads of the Northern Sierra. The full moon doused the granite and the pines in her silver hue. The light looked dense and heavy. It was so bright that I wasn’t sure what good my headlights were doing. I gulped down as much of it as I could.

I thought about how much this summer changed me. It came in like a wildfire, hot and crackling, and burned everything that wasn’t real. To be honest it was scary and painful and I questioned it a thousand times. I was aware of what was happening, and I knew what I was being asked to do, but I clung to it all for the longest time. I was afraid of what I would be left with, or more likely, what I would not be left with.

But at some point, and I’m not sure when, the summer’s flames were so hot and breathing with such a power that I had no choice. It engulfed me entirely and I had to let go, I had to surrender, I had to give up control. So I did, and things are a whole lot better now. But wow. That was some crazy shit.

As always, thank you all so much for reading. I really appreciate it. Here is what I learned:

To hell with anything that doesn’t bring me joy. To hell with people who are reckless with my heart. To hell with anything that isn’t honest. To hell with the haters. To hell with being afraid of speaking my mind. To hell with staying small, trying to fit in, feeling shame about anything at all, not being weird, and talking shit to myself. To hell with not eating cinnamon rolls. To hell with not drinking gin and tonics. To hell with caring about what that random dude from high school wrote on my Facebook page. To hell with being all like, oh I really wanna do that but I shouldn’t because that’s not what “good” climbers/yoga teachers/women/writers do. To hell with turning down my music at a stoplight. To hell with not standing in my power.

To hell with forgetting that I like who I am.

And all of that sounds like, well yeah duh G, of course you should do to hell with all of that, but acting on and implementing that attitude has been pretty hard. It’s scary. We’re all just so conditioned. We are puppets to our judgements and habits. And that shit runs deep, deeper than bones. Breaking and burning these things is very hard work, but it’s important work, and it’s good work.

And then, as one does, I turned 27. If you would have asked me at 21 what I thought I would be doing at 27, my answer would be something like: probably married, putting a down payment on a house, thinking about kids, going to brunch on Sundays. Jesus. I don’t know why I set such low expectations for myself. And don’t get me wrong, I think that a lot of people can do all of that at my age and it’s good and life-affirming and healthy for them, but that ain’t me. And it never has been. Sometimes I am jealous of those people because their lives appear less complicated, more steady. But that probably isn’t true at all. We’re all just winging it and life is crazy no matter what.

I’m 27 and I live mostly out of my Subaru and my mom’s house, I run up 14ers, I climb all over the country, I write poems, I teach yoga, I really like pizza, I’m a sucker for anyone who doesn’t give a damn about what other people think and Justin Bieber, and my heart is so open (most of the time) that I fall in love with pretty much everyone I meet, cry over frickin sunsets, feel bad if I kill an ant, and when someone tells me about this girl they used to be in love with, I want to maul them like a mama bear because I just can’t get enough of their openness, of their humanness. I’m constantly moving, always upwards, always reaching, always higher, always towards the sky. This is how I want to spend my time here.

And it’s awesome because the way I want to be spending my time here is how I am actually spending my time here. What a gift to give oneself.

For the summer’s entirety, I felt like one of those flowers on the Discovery channel, blooming in high speed. It was wild in every sense of the word. And now that fall is here, I can feel things starting to slow down. I’m thankful for that because I’m pretty tired–really filled up to the brim with truth and goodness–but tired. The darkening of the days is really comforting.

The moon stayed by my side for the entire drive back to the Bay Area. Her full face was beaming with nothing short of holiness. One last night of setting everything on fire before she starts to grow dark again. There was a magic to this summer that felt so real and tangible that I couldn’t help but know that everything that happened was okay. That I was going to be okay. This is a wild life. This is a good life. I’ve been broken a thousand times and walked with darkness up to my eyes but I still know that love never fails. I mean, come on. Of course it doesn’t. There is a lot of fun to be had here. To hell with anything not rooted in truth. Give me all of it. I’m not afraid anymore.

I feel so different.

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7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Luke Mehall
    Sep 28, 2015 @ 13:23:31

    great post Georgie. i can relate to alot of what you’re writing about!

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  2. Scott Brown
    Sep 28, 2015 @ 13:50:33

    “Sometimes I am jealous of those people because their lives appear less complicated, more steady. But that probably isn’t true at all. We’re all just winging it and life is crazy no matter what.”

    I feel the same – and I am married with kids and a house! I agree, we’re all just winging it. Every one of us 🙂

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  3. leightos
    Sep 28, 2015 @ 13:53:09

    Wow, thank you for making me feel less alone. I totally am going through the exact same questioning as you and absolutely agree with you about giving the finger to things that are not serving us!

    It’s a lot easier said than done but even if I catch myself when I’m slipping out of it I feel thats a small victory 🙂

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  4. Vastu Tips
    Oct 20, 2015 @ 00:44:28

    Awesome blog posted. Thank you for sharing such a great blog.

    Reply

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