It's Christmas Eve Eve!
I've spent the majority of the day finishing up some handmade gifts, printing photos, wrapping presents, cuddling up with my sheepskins, knitting some non work related things, contemplating making some cookies (though to be honest I'll probably wait until tomorrow so they're as fresh as possible for Santa...), drinking a glass of wine, catching up on podcasts and just enjoying being home (except for the hour I had to run an errand... but everyone was insane and borderline getting into accidents everywhere so I quickly came back).
Contrary to our cultures usual state around this time of year, there's surprisingly been a lot of slowness and contentment around here this month for me. Which is refreshing in an almost overwhelming way.
This is the first December in a long long time where I am not insane, stressed out, sleep deprived and overwhelmed with my work load and attempting to accomplish way more things than any one person can sanely do.
I decided back in the fall that this month was going to look different for me in that way especially. My soul has craved a change, in a few different areas of my life, but I was having a hard time identifying what it was exactly.
I'm still in the midst of figuring it out somewhat, but I eventually realized that I wasn't going to figure it out if I kept filling my life with so much noise. With so much busyness. With so much.
So I decided to create space.
So I intentionally cut back.
And I think I've had one of the more peaceful and enjoyable Christmas season than I've had in quite some time as a result.
It only took me all year for the art of slow living to finally, really-truly-all-the-way, sink in.
In keeping with this, I'm going to be doing my very best to stay off my phone and social media on Christmas day and maybe even a little while after too.
I might have to delete my Instagram app to be able to fully do this (I wish I could just shut off my phone but I like taking photos with it too much) because let's be real, that swipe-tap-scroll impulse is insatiable sometimes...
It's the only social media app I have left on my phone these days, though I can't say that I don't use Safari way too often to still get on twitter and Facebook... so I'm not as disconnected as I seem.
But I won't be gone for long.
I've been writing too voraciously and habitually for that.
(At last)
Merry Christmas dear friends. I hope you're able to create yourself some intentional space and peace for yourself and your loved ones this weekend as well.
xo
Intimacy Lost
it’s a thing we downplay.
linking our souls to another’s.
for that is what you’re doing when you willingly join the intimate dance of a relationship.
when you choose to be vulnerable, a consistent kind of vulnerable, with another person.
because it’s a kind of shared intimacy that you only experience with one person at a time.
sometimes even one person in a lifetime— should you be so lucky.
it’s an experience that often escapes words.
to show yourself, all of yourself, to another person in such a way, i don’t know that there’s a braver thing you can attempt as a human being.
i’ve only truly, fully, done it once.
and it was something i took years to recover from once that intimacy was broken.
it isn’t a rare thing, most of us have been to this kind of depth with another soul. it isn’t always romantic either. for there are many ties that bind, and not all are made up of one kind of love.
and yet, we scoff and scorn the overwrought heartbreak of those of us who’ve gone there and have to come back.
we encourage the pushing-under-the-rug of the emotions and the reckless-quick-remedies of the sloppy mending of denied broken hearts.
we roll our eyes at the repetition of admonished pain, and tearful late night calls of confusion of the once-again laments of “if-how-why-when’s”
it’s not encouraged, this kind of process of grieving.
“get over it”
we say.
“there are more important things to focus your energy on”
“they don’t deserve your tears”
“it happened, but it’s in the past, let it go”
“there’s someone better out there for you”
but a healing is in order to properly let something go.
to let something go fully, you have to know where all of the pieces are.
otherwise you’ll continue to find them, scattered about, probing you back into the pain of a low-light reel of experiences past.
no, you have to gather all of the pieces, examine them, understand them to the best of your ability, and those you cannot, you come to terms with.
and then, once they are all in your arms, once you have grieved a thing once whole, you release the pieces then, and only then.
for prematurely doing so isn’t a full healing.
drowning the pieces with tears and whiskey doesn’t help (though for a night or two in the interim it might…)
throwing the pieces off of cliffs and into seas doesn’t help
trampling the pieces under your rage and fury doesn’t help.
running away from the pieces doesn’t help either- though that is the one most often tried.
it’s in the gathering, the cherishing, the knowing, of each sacred piece, of each experience, each memory, each circumstance in which you were brave.
you were raw
you were open
you were honest
you were daring
you were loving
you were you
and celebrating that.
celebrating the fact that you were a strong enough being to do that, to be that, to trust like that but that now, your strength is needed in a different way, it’s needed to let go.
that is the remedy for intimacy lost.
In Nature
i always think of you when i see magnolias.
and rosemary.
and figs.
and sometimes pine needles.
i’m happy that there are such beautiful things in nature that are tied to you in my heart and mind.
Transparent
trans·par·ent
transˈperənt/
adjective
adjective: transparent
- (of a material or article) allowing light to pass through so that objects behind can be distinctly seen.
"transparent blue water"
i want to be that.
i want to be transparent.
because that’s what i want to be a vessel of:
l i g h t
A Father, a Daughter and a Boat
Released with my Daughter of A Sailor video a few weeks ago was this gem! A piece focused on my Father, the sailor, and his beautiful masterfully built wooden boat, Una.
You can watch the video here!
And see more of The Sailor's boat building escapades on his blog.
And more of our joint sailing adventures on our instagram.
This Is The Time Once Again
i came across this writing again recently that i wrote in october of last year.
it resonated with my soul in such a real way i wanted to re-share it.
This Is The Time
this is the time in which you'll be split down the middle on things. in a sentence: it’s a transition from i-believe-this-because-you-do to i-believe-this-because-i-do.
this is the time in which your opinions and beliefs are traveling from the side of blind following to hard earned opened eyed searching and seeing for yourself. which will sometimes entail a fight-for-it-even-when-it’s-hard believing. this is the in-between moment of those two times.
be okay with that.
you'll end up on the other side eventually.
this is the time in which you'll curl up under your covers late at night in the dark and have a three hour transatlantic phone conversation with your best friend. a conversation about what love is.
something will shift in your understanding during that conversation.
don't let go of it.
this is the time when you'll realize it's far more important to look people in the eye and offer them your hand, than it is to be comfortable.
this is the time in which you'll understand, finally, why it is you do the things you do and how you are the way you are. but what's more than just understanding it, you'll love it. you'll love yourself. fully.
this is the time in which you'll finally realize that, really, no one else gives a damn and so you shouldn't either.
this is the time in which you'll realize there's a secret club. that you're the head of it. that everyone, in fact, has their own secret club. and what's terribly important and sacred is the people you choose to let into it.
but in the same vein: don't be close minded and overly selective about who you let in.
this is the time in which you will be told it will be okay.
this is also the time in which you will actually believe it.
A New York Engagement
New York, I love you so.
You can see some of Melissa and Steven's Brooklyn engagement photos featured on Junebug Weddings
Enroute
and so this then is my realization.
to know oneself is something.
but to know oneself with another is something else entirely altogether.
and what is more, a farther reaching wonder, is that in the grasping for this true unshakable knowledge, a necessity in this life, is whether or not this is a knowing you can achieve before you’re with someone.
or if it’s something that you aren’t able to truly know, truly learn, truly grasp, until you are tested and tried by the during-process-enroute of being with someone.
Tumblehome | An Overnight With Luna
this was my first overnight on Luna.
a little over a year ago now.
it's crazy to think that she's been with us for a year and a half.
it seems like just yesterday that we drove across the country to get her.
such a wonderful addition to our ever changing boat family.
adventures can be had anywhere. but the ones on the water always end up being my favorite.
A crisp overnight sail.
Listening to The Replacements, drinking beer-then-whiskey, "I don't think Morrissey cares about French girls", knitting in the cockpit, stuffing over-layered limbs into sleeping bags and underneath piled high blankets and watching the night progress and move behind and around a lone lit lantern with a kind of enrapture and attentiveness that can only come from being in the warm belly of a boat on a winters night out on the open water.
these are film photos, but you can also see some digital ones from the same trip here.
Featured | The Daughter of A Sailor
I had the opportunity to create a video essay for Off Center Harbor to showcase a little piece of what it's like to be the daughter of a sailor (which will be a familiar moniker especially for those of you who follow me on Instagram... #daughterofasailor)
The video pretty much says it all so I'm going to leave it at that.
You can watch it here!