There have been many times in my life where I was convinced I didn’t belong here, and by here I mean Earth.
I don’t mean that I wanted to leave the planet, just that sometimes I would look around and think, There must be some mistake. This is where I was set down?
Thankfully, I somehow landed in Santa Cruz where I’m surrounded by people that are weirder than me, or so I’m told. Although I still get the occasional odd looks when I say things like, “I can feel my neurons firing in places I’ve never felt before.”
My pilates instructor looks at me and says, “You can feel that?”
At any rate, I’ve realized that I’m not the only one to feel this way. And there are people who think like I do. At least similarly. Tom Robbins. Iain and Nicole. Hunter S. Thompson. Sante Pelot (yep, that’s my hubby). Akira The Don.
And one of my favorite discoveries in that vein is this band Arcade Fire. If you haven’t heard them, listen. If you ever get a chance to see them live, do it.
Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.
There is always hope, no matter how backwards the beginning (would that be the end, then?) of your life is.
Gather strength from the blessings you have. Practice compassion. Bake cookies. Sing on the sidewalk. And the beauty of all of it is the more we all do that, the more everyone will feel at home on this planet.