Freedom. What a spectacular word. I’ve always loved this word. I think it’s because big or small, it’s a word that epitomizes what we all search for. I think humans, and almost all animals on this giant spinning ball in space we call earth, have an inherent need to be free, to be in the wild, to be whatever we choose to be. No constraints of choice, just choice.
Summer is fast approaching (Summer Solstice is June 21) and June gloom is setting in. I’m feeling a little dark, a little more moody. Maybe it's because southern California never truly has a winter or I'm fearing the heat of the months ahead.
Mother’s Day for me is about gratitude. It is a day of honoring the women who brought us into this world, raised us, and loved us. I will honor my own mother that day, but here, I’d like to honor another special mother in my life, my sister-in-law, Nicole. She is the mother to three of the most beautiful souls.
Lindsay said something that struck me. She said that “you are complex but the world is simple.” You hear people say all the time, that the world is chaotic, but we forget sometimes that it is us—everyone—that creates that chaos. It is nice to be reminded that we control what amount of peace and joy we want to have in this world.
Lindsay has what I call major cool girl vibes…sorry I mean cool ass woman vibes. She is a professional surfer, kinesiology instructor, world traveler and an overall health enthusiast. She has such a warmth, and kindness. She chases laughter, connection, and fun. How could you not want to hang out with her always?
Simplify. It’s a word that has been rolling around my head since the new year began. I want to simplify my life as much as possible. I mean not just my physical reality but my emotional reality, as well.
I just finished watching a movie I adore called About Time. There is this line in the beginning of the movie where the lead character is explaining about his life with his family. He says “all in all it was a pretty good childhood full of repeated rhythms, pattern”. Those 2 words, repeated rhythms leap at me, yelled out in a way I understood. To me that is Christmas, the spirit of the season, my family, our traditions, a time of repeated rhythms.