I’ve said this before, and thankfully I’ll never have to say it again, but on the morning after the trump “election” in 2016, I woke up feeling like Anne Frank.
Truly terrified.
And unfortunately, these four years have been exactly as bad as I knew they would be. With another four, they’d eventually be coming for me and my loved ones.
But now I will wake up tomorrow, free, and the American flag will no longer reek like the swastika.
I’m so relieved to have that burden of fear lifted.
I sincerely love you all. So please, let’s take a breath together.
Thank you for being with me throughout this horror.
thank you,
gb
P.S. And remember, a quarter of a million of us, so far, have lost their lives due to intentional negligence. So please wear your masks. Please be careful. Please look out for your loved ones and for your neighbors.
And earlier, while wallowing in the stink of my almost five decades that crept up on me like some sort of time jumping DeLorean ninja in the night, I unexpectedly heard my dad’s voice in my head. Saying what he always said when any of us complained about getting older on our birthdays.
“It’s better than the alternative.”
Just about the truest goddamn words ever. Because he’s been gone for more than a few years already, taken from this world horribly and too early, and I miss him terribly.
With that though, I must admit underneath my silly pity party, I fully know what a gift and privilege it is to simply be alive and healthy.
Alive and healthy with all of my needs taken care of for today.
And I think the best way to honor my ancestors who really toughed it out for me to get here would be to abide in gratefulness. Gratefulness for being alive and healthy with all of my needs taken care of, thankfully, for today.
I’ll do just that for the rest of this precious day to honor them and to honor myself because tomorrow sure is shit isn’t promised. Not to anyone.
So, to all of you reading this (and to everyone who isn’t) I’m sending love your way in this moment. And of course breathing with you as we speak.
love/thanks,
gb
P.S. I know sometimes, regardless of how old we get, we find ourselves still waiting for our lives to start. Wondering and worrying if they will ever before it’s too late. But I swear to god, if kindness is your set point, you’re already enough. More than enough. And if it isn’t your set point, you can easily start today. I promise you can. It’s who you’re intended to be. Just look inside yourself beneath the surface. You’ll find it. I promise. Peace.
At a park, sitting on a park bench, I feel such gratefulness for an ant stampeding across my notebook.
He soundlessly reminds me that we are both animated by the same, unseen mysterious force. A force that is precious, strong willed, and deserving of being sensed as sacred.
In his light blue and white trimmed terrycloth bathrobe, my dad would slice an onion while standing in front of the toaster.
His bagel, always cut in thirds, was sentenced to incinerate for all of eternity in the toaster until it could pass for the charred remains of a house fire.
And he didn’t just slice the onions mindlessly like some haphazard short order cook in a roadside diner daydreaming about women and better days to come. Just the opposite. He handled the kitchen knife with precision and purpose reminiscent of Toshiro Mifune in Korosawa’s “Seven Samurai”.
I’d have Dave Brubeck’s “Time Out” playing for him on the stereo. He’d always smile from it. Maybe because it reminded him of his younger days. But that’s not true at all. My dad didn’t self reflect like that. He was just simply happy in that moment with his Brubeck and his breakfast.
It’s the same album I’m listening to now as I sit here wide open to these memories. And it’s the same album I’d play for him years later as he lay there dying in the hospice as if it would somehow defibrillate him back to consciousness.
With that said, there are tears in my eyes now like there used to be from watching him cut onions as a kid.
I didn’t know back then why I used to be so transfixed on him preparing his food but I do know why now. It was in order to have something to hold on to when I had nothing left.
But I have to ask, is there a purpose to all of these words?
I guess we won’t know until we know. What seems insignificant today might be the most significant tomorrow. The meaning of things change as time passes or we pass through it.
I promise you, it’s really all okay. So please just let yourself off the hook and breathe easy for awhile.
It can be tough, even in the best of times, to be in a human body. And these my friends aren’t the best of times. Obviously.
And just look at the pressure we’re under from social media. It’s a constant barrage of “choose to be positive” and “you’re responsible for your happiness” and “look at how great my life is compared to yours”.
But fuck all of that.
Life is scary.
And although it’s never the time to be ostriches and stick our heads in the sand, we’re not going to find much relief with the pie-in-the-sky approach proposed by “spiritual leaders” whose every other post is about Bill Gates or how they’re protected from COVID-19 because they’re not scared of COVID-19.
So, how can we eventually feel more okay and even more grateful?
Stop striving to be.
Your mind may just settle down on it’s own. The physical anxiety in your cells may just dissolve.
Think of pouring soda into a glass. The bubbles on top eventually just stop bubbling up. They calm down. On their own. Without any action on our part.
But Gabe, are you just talking out of your ass now to get people to read your new post?
No.
This and exactly this and nothing more, was the only thing that saved me today.
I was standing in the rain on the beach trying to force myself to feel more okay and more grateful (because I have so much to be grateful for but knowing that, as you know, doesn’t always make you feel better) but the more I tried to control my mind, the more resistance to it accumulated.
And resistance, at least for me, is the gateway for anxiety come crawling into my body.
But then, out of nowhere, this thought appeared in my mind: maybe it’s just okay not to feel okay.
And then, surprisingly quickly, I just felt more okay. More at ease. And more grateful. But organically so.
So, if you’re not feeling so hot today, I hope this helps.
With that, thank you as always for trading your time for these words.
No, not the day to day life. That obviously undulates. Love. Losing love. Good health. COVID19 etc.
I’m talking about life itself. What animates us. As well as the trees and millipedes and narwhals etc.
Isn’t it miraculous that the chair I’m sitting on right now as I type to you is composed of similar elements as my human body but yet I’m alive and it isn’t?
It’s like Life is a visitor. It stays with me day in and day out and then all of a sudden, unannounced, it leaves.
Thinking aloud about this just makes me want to be more kind to myself.
Maybe I will be – starting now.
Fewer judgements of my thoughts I don’t like. Fewer judgments of my body. Fewer judgments of my judgments.
And maybe if we were all a bit kinder to ourselves, we’d be kinder to each other.
And if you’re reading this right now, thank you…
gb
P.S The crazy thing is, I had no idea, at all, where this post was going to go when I started it. It took its own path. Just like the river of Life. I just knew it was time to write something so I did. And I’m grateful I listened to that inner nudge. So, with that, if you’re still reading this, I’m breathing with you.
If you’re scared and/or lonely tonight, I understand completely. And I’m with you.
It’s tough to be in these bodies of ours sometimes. Especially now.
So, please don’t judge yourself too harshly. Or allow the judgment of others to get to you to deeply. And please let go of the comparisons you might make between yourself and the facade of perfection, joyousness, and having-their-shit-together you’ll see so often with people on social media.
Just be authentic. And be kind to yourself. And to others. We’re going to get through this. And with that said, I’m giving you a hug through my phone right now.
