My how the days fly by. I mean to write something every day, but then a week has passed and nothing gets written. I get so busy LIVING my life, that I don’t always do the best job of documenting it. I do the same with taking pictures. I bring cameras with me all the time, but one would never know it because very rarely does the camera actually make it out of the case and into my hand for a photo. And I am the exact same with writing recipes when I cook. I am so into the process that if I try to stop to write down what I am doing, it doesn’t come out the same. No matter how many times people ask me for a cookbook, I can’t seem to be able to create recipes (nor do I use them actually ; )
I turned 39 years old on February 18th. I am most known for having lived in a tree for 2 years. That was 14 years ago that I returned to Terra Firma. 14 years. So very, very much has happened in those years. I have travelled to many different countries and all over the US doing what I know to do to support the people, places, animals, and causes that I care deeply for and doing my best to inspire people into caring, conscious, committed ACTION. I have been locked up in jail in the US and thrown into prison in Ecuador. I have helped plant gardens and done what I could to protect others from being destroyed. I have helped start a few different organizations, helped launch numerous more, coached even more, and have raised millions of dollars for organizations all across the US and all over the world. I have sat with children and with elders and every age in between. I have worked on political campaigns and in peaceful, direct action and civil disobedience. I have loved deeply and fiercely and have had my share of heartbreak and grief. I have struggled to find health and home and to figure out how to care for my personal ecology in the midst of all I have done and continue to do for the external ecology. I have learned to surf (although not so good at it ; ) and to scuba dive. I have made many delicious meals for friends and FRamily. I have acted kind, caring, and committed; and I have acted mean and hateful and apathetic. 14 years has flown by.
39 years in some ways have flown by and in other ways feel like lifetimes. I have had such a crazy wild ride of a life. Back in the day when there were negotiations for a theatrical film about my life (never happened) I thought how crazy it was that in my late 20’s to early 30’s there was the possibility there was going to be a LIFE STORY about my life at 20 to 30 years old! CRAZY! And now, I am almost in my 40’s. A whole new decade approaches. I do feel like I have lived lifetimes in my almost 40 years. My friends—from BEFORE Luna days—used to tell me I should write a book about my life because of all that happened to me leading up to what I am now semi-famous for. And then there is the book that was written, mostly about a 2-year stretch of my life. And now I am doing boring things like trying to grow my own food in the tropics and swimming in the sea and fixing things that fall apart and decay and rust (because that is a constant in the tropics.) Of course, I still do a whole lot of work on behalf of all I care about, but I have definitely carved out a whole lot more time for myself and my own well-being.
After coming down from Luna, I got so sick of people always asking me what my “next big thing” was going to be. I got to the point where I started asking people in response, what their FIRST big thing was going to be! I did not climb Luna to break records, become semi-famous, try to become some kind of leader, have people set me on pedestals or rip me off them. I climbed Luna and ended up staying because it was all I knew to do to try to make a difference. BT, DT, and AT (Before Tree, During Tree, and After Tree) seem to now be the segments of my life. It’s weird and sometimes frustrating as all get out, but I guess the same goes for a lot of people who go through some major thing in their life. I may always be known as, “The Girl Who Lived In The Tree,” but to me, I am just the girl living. Living my life the way I feel called. Paying attention to the times, I have strayed from that and made choices out of feelings of obligation or just because I was too tired to try to stand up for myself. I have tattooed to my wrist now, “To Thine Own Self Be True” to remind me that that is my highest calling. To be true to myself does not mean perfection and it doesn’t mean trying to make every else happy. At 39 years old, I feel like maybe, just maybe, I am finally catching up with my own life—even as it still seems to fly so very, very fast right on by.
Here is to truly living our lives in our most radically authentic and loving way possible, and to remembering to appreciate the miracles and magic of the moments…because they do seem to fly so very, very fast by.