Summer started early in Portland this year. In May we were already having 85-90 degree days followed by a dry, hot June through September (All Hail Global Warming). I must admit it's been nice to have a real summer in this neck of the woods even if it's due to the downfall of humanity.
As for what I did, I'd love to say that I rock-climbed over the ocean in Thailand, had lunch with Ryan Gosling, was able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and published my first book. Alas, I'm still working on all of those things.
Summer started with Land Prom: an amazing gathering of powerful like-minded weirdos. About fifty of us get together and camp out on a friend's land in Mosier, Oregon each Memorial Day. We dress up and have prom night outside with a campfire. Most of us never went to our high school prom, so it becomes quite the event. It comes complete with a Prom Band, numerous DJ's, romantic dancing, booty shaking and gettin' it on in the woods. This year's theme was safari and animal print.
Check out the whole album here for lots of fun Land Prom pictures.
My goal for summer was mostly to just "be" and take a breather. To sit still. Cuddle hard. Be open and vulnerable to my feelings and let the sun shine in both literally and figuratively. To love my belly in my bikini. Stop drinking alcohol and stop eating bread. More veggies. Have patience with my aging mother. And write.
Most of those things happened but I didn't write a word all summer. Not a page. (Well, maybe a page). I was caught in the dubious trap of writer's block. Every time I sat down to touch the keys I froze. (Unless someone was paying me to write for them.) As for my own writing, my inner critic poured in. I had to re-learned how messy my brain is and then to learn to love my messy brain again.
In the process I gained a deep acceptance and realized it's okay if I'm still crazy after all these years and it's okay if I'm not all the things I wanted to be by now. I like my crazy. It helps deal with such a freaky world and adds flavor to my creative soul. It's all okay. I've got more than enough in my life, and life has ups and downs and that's okay too. I love the people I surround myself with.
What else? I bought the Alan Watts App and listened to his talks about Taoism as I walked my dog. I read The Big Leap two more times, I read Uncertainty by Jonathan Fields, I read Turning Pro by Steven Pressfield, Getting the Love You Want by Harville Hendrix, and I read The Tao of Pooh again. I also finished take-one of my new website.
I went to the World Domination Festival, which was kick-ass.
I made a few funny-as-hell videos with my dear friend Daniel... soon to be released.
I gave myself the summer to "simmer" my book idea instead of worrying about writing it. This was key to shaking the dust.
I had wonderful time falling in love with my man of wonder....
We biked through Bend, Oregon on July 4th for the freedom bike ride and watched the best fireworks display I've ever seen in my life.....
I had a spectacular visit from one of my most amazing friends Alyssa who taught me how to navigate twackletown.
I played on the beaches of Sauvie's Island and the Sandy River....house-sat for my best friends Michael and Kate at their glorious Villa, drove to Canada to visit one of my oldest and dearest friends Janean whom I hadn't seen in 3 years, drove her back with me to Portland to play, and then finally sat down to get serious about writing.
At the end of the summer I drove up to Winlaw, BC in Canada and stopped in Spokane, but forgot to Tweet Jesus...
Check out all my pictures on Flickr....
Now it's Fall and I'm "off the grid" in my own way until the end of the year. I'm writing, exercising, and working on a few projects. I'm still loving cuddles with my man of wonder, and the occasional night out. The book is strange and fun to write. It's about my relationship with my father and how he taught me how to date and understand men. He taught me his recipe of what men want, and how to love without losing your own sense of identity. It has been some of the best advice ever. Some of it is absurd, some of it is totally obvious, and most of it is quite unique. What i didn't realize was how many women never had the experience of having a father like mine. The book is a small 100-page-part memoir - part guidance - part entertainment. It goes over everything from how to get a man to ask you out, to maintaining long-term relationships, to polyamory, to enjoying a plethora of cabana-boys. I hear it all the time, "You have to write those stories down." So I'm finally doing it. Wish me luck.
I'll be blogging again too. I've missed you.
What did you do or discover on your summer vacation?