september 2024

september is sea change.

standing on the edge of something new doesn't have to be scary. it can be meditative, a shifting perspective set to a new soundtrack. it can also happen gradually, without the realization that something is happening at all.

change is never absolute! there is an echo that follows, a familiar shape under the skin that's been shed.

and while it is never absolute, it is constant. it is everywhere around us and inside of us. with every breath we take and passing moment, there is something changed. even so, we find ourselves magnifying the experience of change, even fearing it. approaching the ocean from the edge of the sand, on even the hottest day, maybe you slow down. in front of the sea that makes us new, you hesitate. maybe you go so far as to turn back. maybe you laugh at yourself because it can't possibly be that bad, in fact, you know it will be exactly what you need. 

how human it is to have fear and thrill live inside us at once! how do we go forward? how do we find peace in change? how do we trust what remains? how do we let ourselves become new?

september 2024

mixtape #4

september 2024 • mixtape #4 •

reflections

SO much on my mind at this time, so much that has been stirring inside me, and with this era of my life I’ve become so brilliantly aware of the many millions of suns around me, not knowing toward which one to turn. i stood at a crossroads for a long time. yet I write this now at the edge of that era, my eyes are clear, and i’ve a long journey ahead of me. a quite literal sea change- from the atlantic to the pacific i will physically go! back to california, where i grew up, where I feel ready to find strength in my roots. a place i love and have wrestled with but yearn for in such a way i have understood that i want to listen to this. my forever place.

yet to go toward this part of me, i leave a place that has captured a different devotion of mine. another home. a place i find i can never fully leave, even when i go. what a time it is to be 27 and to have known so much love for and from and within the boroughs of new york city! this last season of life has brought such an immense transformation to my mind and sense of the world and even my heart, weathered by the crashing of time and place against me. for me there is always as much grief as joy in the coming and going. but amidst my restlessness i found a sense of calm, because i have understood something, which is that home is wherever there is an abundance of self. and so home is wherever i am, because my life is real all the time everywhere i go. there is no lost time, there is nothing wasted, it all counts. so i know i can go, i’ll not be lost in transition, i won’t have to turn to salt when I look back. none of me is ever lost.

i went to minnesota like two weeks ago to see some friends. this is a place i spent every summer growing up, and i was reminded of core parts of who i am, how i came to love certain things, a milieu of origin stories. and i got to see my very favorite band Green Day while there! it was amazing. i was surprised to find myself unable to continue singing along because i was crying too much to “Wake Me Up When September Ends.” heard it a million times before but something in me felt this particular month and what it has meant to me throughout my life. i cried as i felt the gravity of time. I cried remembering the septembers of my life. i cried remembering a boy i loved when i was young and the september day he died ten years ago. I cried remembering that change is upon me now and always, and that 7 and 10 and then 20 years come and go and everything we love may leave us and time marches on, and we go on. becoming who we are. i can’t sleep through the story of my life.

this sea change is taking the wheel, holding wisdom, embracing change as it comes. pulling off the road to look over the edge. keeping on. enjoying the view. an ocean behind, another ahead, yet it’s somehow all the same water.  

sum

recently, i’ve been spending a lot of time on trains. these are some of my favorite spaces to think a lot, read and write, think some more – all while flipping through nameless towns, landscapes, and skies. the transience can be comforting, an interlude from the world in an in-between space. i love the stillness and the feeling of dust settling for a while. you look out the window and get comfortable in your seat – maybe you become more aware of your breathing, your posture, what feels peaceful, what hurts, and so on – all the while knowing you will step back out into the world soon enough. but for now, your senses are limited to what’s right here. it’s nice to not have everything spilling out of you all the time. it can just be here, in your arms or in your body or beside you.

when summer and i were discussing our september theme, the idea of transition was on my mind. i told her i was hopeful that a more grounded time was approaching, that perhaps this month might mark some kind of movement into a clearer frame of mind. it won’t be fleeting, but it will be temporary. a moment contained from the commotion outside, by the train car and track below. this is a time to meditate on what’s different and what’s the same, to allow change to find the place where roots can grow.

liv