Living out loud – my weekend and the 7 Notes on Life

I don’t want this being another retrospective look on how different and difficult life has been since March 2020. We all know it has. But what I do want this to be is how the last two years has impacted our identity and how, as we all take our masks off to breathe again, we can find that which brought us joy and let go of those things in life that extinguished our spark.

I’m wrapping up my first travel in over three years. I’m sitting in an air conditioned suite, over sized pillows cradling me like a newborn baby, peony tulips in full bloom to my left, the sounds of Venice Beach and the ocean waking up after a weekend of loud excitement and booze and arguments outside my window.

I have seen and experienced so much over the last 70 hours.

I have, in all perfect form and execution, followed AKR’s 7 Notes on Life, unexpectedly and with purpose. I have:

• (Always) trusted the magic
• Beckoned the lovely
• Know we are all connected
• Did (to do)
• Enjoyed the Empty space
• Figured it out as I go
• I went to it (go to it)

I have seen community here. I have given and received many good mornings as the sunlight is just popping up from over the palm trees. I have seen the sheer wonder and awe of the hills, the ocean and the beauty and promise of the sunsets.

I have enjoyed the solitude of the early bedtimes and even earlier mornings; the wind in my hair driving to places never seen and the occasional friendly glance and smile from the men riding their motorbikes beside me on the freeway.

I have experience kismet, love, closeness, quiet and tenderness; friendship, passion, the soft touch of a hand and the welcoming warmth of a kiss. I have eaten well, had broken sleep, and vivid dreams, both in slumber and while awake. I have also learned dog parks socially mirror that of a prison and owners as the guards who carry their batons in the form of spray bottles and chewy toys. I have been left wanting more while feeling like this all could disappear in an instant, but thankful to have had these moments, even the dog park.

I have been brought back to what I love to do – connect, smile, love, eat, touch, laugh, rapture, emote, feel, wander, and leave with hope.

How are you getting back to you?

This article dedicated to someone who helped me get back to doing all the pieces I love to do. You will forever be my muse.

Axxo