For those of us heavily engaged in Lifestyle design, it can be tempting to feel like we’re cheating the system. I mean, obviously “they system” (as Tyler Durden and a slew of counter culture characters, fictional and living, have told us) is rigged… rigged to keep us unsatisfied, so we’ll buy stuff we can’t afford, and have to keep working, generally at jobs we’re not passionate about, which allows the system to produce more stuff to sell us because we’re unsatisfied with working all the time. Money and man hours keep getting fed to the machine. Continue reading “Setting Down Stealth Mode”
I don’t know exactly where I’m headed.
I’ve gotten used to telling people “I’m getting in my car, and volunteering my way around the country”. I do believe that much to be true. But a specific itinerary? A list of must-see’s and must-do’s? The new-agey “clear positive future vision” pulling me forward? Nope. Mostly the misty mystery of the vast unknown.
Approximately the next week is known – it begins with a drive to help someone I love move from L.A. to Portland. The car is loaded with all our stuff, and we’re en route now. After that, there’s a few key special events and scattered reunions with other loved ones in the coming months, but mostly open time, for following the pull of the wind.
Today, on this first day out of Los Angeles, I’m amazed at the power of leaving. Continue reading “On Walking Away…”
This won’t be my favorite blog post.
It seems there’s a good chance I won’t even like it when it’s done.
But I can’t let that stop me from writing it.
I’ve been in Los Angeles for the last 8 months. Yes, Los Angeles is my hometown, but in order to retain my sanity upon departing Bali, I had to first get clear that I wasn’t “going back home”. This had to be a new chapter. Continue reading “It’s Hard to Write in L.A.”
“Idle hands are the devil’s workshop”, they say.
“Stay busy”, our culture teaches us, as a central touchstone of mental health.
But when you’ve made the choice to Lifecation, and you don’t necessarily have to fill your time with the demands of others, arbitrary busy-ness, for busy’s sake, doesn’t make sense. Continue reading “Listen, I Need Sleep”
This post is going to be a little bit dense. It is the second half of a two-part introduction to the Mayan Calendar. Part 1 is here.
Okay, so now you know my personal story of finding resonance with a new way of keeping time. Maybe you’re interested in exploring whether the Gregorian calendar is subtly encouraging you to make life harder than it has to be. Maybe you’re curious about what the Mayan calendar can tell you about your personality and purpose. Maybe you just like me enough to keep reading whatever I write (Thanks! I’m totally touched.) Whatever the case, let’s start to look a little deeper at this whole calendar thing. Continue reading “Basic Mayan Calendar Mechanics”
You’ve heard it before: “No one else can love you if you don’t love yourself”.
I call bullshit. Continue reading “The Fallacy of Self-Love”
-Warning: potentially triggering content.-
The feeling of you is still etched in my nerves
I thank God that I don’t have to know your touch.
But I can see you, pulling up in your blue truck
Hollering, as I rode my bike to high school. Continue reading “The Feeling of You”
Los Angeles, I hate you.
I know, you’re not supposed to say things like that when you’re upset.
I know, I’ll probably take it back later.
I don’t mean LA: the people.
I adore a good many of you.
I don’t take issue with any of you personally.
I just need to get this off my chest. Continue reading “Return Recoil”
Disclaimer: This isn’t an objective book review. It’s the personal story of how one book recently interacted with my life and travels. I share because I think there’s useful nuggets here, but if it seems like it’s all about me… it’s ‘cause these are the only eyes I get to see through! Continue reading “Books for the Plane: Choose Yourself”
12:30am, this Thursday morning (my last morning), in Ubud. The stage lights here at the Onion Collective had just been switched off, and the moon shown beautifully through her cloak of fog, and the silhouettes of pregnant papaya trees.
The delightfully rowdy Irish folk, their bantering partners from the witty UK crowd, and the deeply reflective Germans had all gone to bed for the night, but my new Australian friend an I stayed floating blissfully around the pool – contemplating life, between laughter-filled turns down the water slide. Continue reading “Three Non-Material Things…”