A part of me feels lonely in the jungle…

My shoulders soften. I’ve never seen so many shades and textures in the rice fields before and as far as the eye can see, there are no tourists here. The world feels older and in no rush. The air smells of smoke. The sunset is neon orange behind the palms. Balinese children laugh in the streets and the young men smile at me as they zoom by on their scooters.

I’ve escaped the city chaos of Uluwatu. My villa is under construction and I will not torment my parts by staying put amongst the banging, sanding and dust. My throat was scratchy. My nose was running. I opened the AirBnb app, threw a bunch of clothes and camera in my backpack and texted my driver. A part of me wanted to escape to the beach but another part felt called to explore deeper into the mountain jungle. It was an off brand decision but the mystery summoned me.

My new yoga outfit, so chic in the city, is skimpy for these parts. I grab the hem of my top and pull it down to cover the little bit of skin exposed on my belly. A part of me gets sick of men’s eyes not knowing where to look when I smile into their eyes. A part of me didn’t pack my oversized t-shirt which covers me fully on these walks through rural Bali where mid-drift is not a thing. Why not? I stared at it in the laundry pile and then just left it there. Oh well. My mind wanders elsewhere.

A part of me feels the familiar loneliness creeping in. Haven’t felt it in a while since I’ve been living in a house of witches. My days have been easily filled with creative projects, laughter and stories. And so, here I find myself again on a solo adventure with all my parts, raw and exposed. Hello, my friends. Let’s explore our distractions and then let’s settle down into what is.

I walk along the side of the road, wearing noise canceling headphones, sending voice messages to my best friends in America. When they wake up in the morning they’ll hear my voice and the sound of the jungle bugs, the water rushing in the gutter, the dog barking at me as he ran out of the rice paddies with mud up to his knees like brown boots. In a way that’s hard to put into words, sound makes the world come to life more vividly than photos. You can close your eyes and pretend you’re there, let your mind create images. Photos don’t usually evoke the imagination into sound…at least not in my experience.

Every time I see a child, a photographer part of me wishes I had my big Canon 5d Mark IV camera and permission to get up close to capture their joy. I snap these sloppy yet charming photos on my phone and send them to one of my best friends who is a mama. A liberated mom part of me wants to connect with her and give her a glimpse of the children of the world. This part wants her parts to feel inspired and safe to bring her own babies out of their comfort zone and see the other cultures. My parts feel happy when I see the smiles of the Balinese kids giggling as they drive scooters down the roads. Every time I see a 10 year old on a motorbike on the main road, a part of me is bubbling with freedom and another part feels fear of danger. How refreshing! How terrifying! My heart is warm when I watch the little girls linking arms and strolling down the streets at sunset. They’re shy when they wave hello to me but they clearly want to stare. I often catch people laughing here, right when they let loose and act silly and don’t think anyone is watching. When they see me watching them, I’m smiling but they burst into giggles, cover their faces and turn away into their circles of friends. A part of me wishes they weren’t embarrassed but another part of me thinks it’s kind of cute.

So this evening walk is lovely but what am I going to do with all my parts in this tiny farm village? There is not much to do apart from just be…and finally write a blog post. Time alone creates space. I realize how much has been pushed aside and piled up. I’ve been in this jungle village for three hours and suddenly my parts have all this energy to connect with people who are so far away.

It’s the loneliness. A part of me wishes we were at the ocean. It’s more comfortable for her there than it is inland and deep inside a jungle hug. A part of me starts taking photos and messaging friends, just to get a sense that she’s sharing this experience with someone. A part of me craves food and wants to chew the loneliness away. That will only help for a few minutes though. Then I’ll feel bloated and another part of me will feel upset because we love feeling light and healthy in my digestive system. Plus, my fitness parts have been crafting a six pack. We’re not going to let that hard work go to waste. Our fitness goals are totally worth sticking to the salads and fruit. My parts all love our healthy diet. That’s why I know any cravings are just my protective part, a firefighter who turns to food to douse the feeling of loneliness. That part has tried to take cared of me my whole life. I’ve snacked and nibbled on salty chewy crunchy sweet things when the parts of me who feel lonely, bored, or socially awkward start to surface…but especially loneliness. The food feels nice but then my stomach doesn’t. So I’m sitting in the jungle cafe now, staring at an empty plate that used to hold a rather limp garden salad on it. I devoured it but I pretended I never saw the two slices of processed white bread smeared with garlic butter. They sat untouched. Back to the kitchen with ye! The cooks put canned pickles on the salad so the whole thing tasted like brine. Did I mention I devoured it? It wasn’t delicious but it was food and I was hungry out here in the jungle alone. In moments like this, even a briny salad is my best friend. Side note…I normally eat at bougie organic vegan restaurants so I’m spoiled when it comes to meals. I forget the food quality drops once I venture out of hippie land. My parts are shocked when the processed and preserved food appears on the plate. always grateful for food but always adjusting to different standards as I travel.

I finish writing this post with a plastic straw in my mouth. Damn the plastic. I’m used to sipping through bamboo straws. Ha! Listen to these parts who have been livin’ in luxury lately! I have a jug of watermelon juice (tidak gula… make sure you tell them no sugar or else they’ll pour it in your fresh juice). Chill jazz music plays on the speakers up high in the bamboo roof. I hear water fountains. An airplane high above reminds me of the outside world. This island is a vacation hotspot. I hear the ladies talking in the kitchen…but I can’t make out their words. The couple nearby is American. They’re playing chess and drinking beer. We’re all sitting on low couches made of pallets. There’s a little Buddha statue sitting on the shelf to my left. Behind him is the dark green jungle. This cafe is walled in by banana leaves and palms twice the size of my body. I wonder how many mosquitoes are sucking my blood right now without me realizing.

The waiter just took my plate away. I can’t slurp anymore watermelon juice up. It’s all gone. Just pink ice cubes now. Suddenly I feel sleepy. It’s been difficult to write blog posts this season. All my energy for words has been directed to journaling, taking notes in my IFS and meditation trainings, editing my novel and helping my husband craft the script for his video game tutorial. It feels fun to dabble in this format again and I wonder how much energy I just used up doing this. That’s something I’m always aware of nowadays. I monitor the energy expenditure of each activity I do, especially creative acts. Ok, enough for now.

Love & Rainbows,

Cha in the Wilde jungle of Bali

Inner Freedom Coaching Certification Program

Tomorrow morning, it begins. I’ll wake up in time for a Zoom call at 730am. The time zones will stretch across the planet so I can speak with Lindsay at the end of her day. She bought a new journal for the occasion which reminded me to do the same. I’m actually haven’t done the same yet though. I’m sitting at a cafe (one which I knew sold cute journals) and I’m waiting for my miso soup to slide onto this long wooden table. I’ll be editing my novel while I eat this bowl of tummy-lovin’ wonder (still nourishing myself back from almost a month of digestive unwellness). When the moment feels right, I’ll make the decision. Will I buy the wide but thin brown journal with cream white pages that says “The Journal” on the front cover or will I go for the narrow but fat tan journal with darker pages that says “Creation” on the front. Which one is the one for this journey I’m about to take. The journey has already begun though, hasn’t it?

It was September 2020 when I prepared for my very first Zoom call with Lindsay. I was curled up on rock bottom. She was the gorgeous writer I’d stalked on Instagram for a week after a mutual friend suggested I speak to her. I needed therapy. Shit had gotten too hard in life and I didn’t know what else to do. When I poured my tears into Lindsay’s lap she told me she had been in my shoes once and she would show me how to change those shoes. She promised to show me how to create a life of freedom. I needed freedom from the jealousy, overwhelm, doubt, insecurity, scattered passions, poverty, consequences of partying too much, crushing loneliness, resentment, and estrangement.

Our first meeting introduced me to Internal Family Systems therapy, we identified a young exiled part of me who needed to be cared for, a fierce protector part who wanted nothing to do with caring for children, and a nature loving parting of me who was willing enough to help out. My homework after the session was to sit at the piano with the child part and play a song together. See if the child wanted to express anything. Parts work resonated with me immediately. I had no hesitation to this style of inner work. I was all in. I was all in with Lindsay from the moment I first heard her voice. I was open for this giant healing experiment. How would I have known back then it wasn’t just going to heal me?

It’s not just a therapy method, it’s a whole lifestyle, a way of living that can really encompass anything we’re interested in applying it to. So I applied to to songwriting, music production, painting, dance, journaling, singing, which outfit to wear each day, what color I should paint the wall in the living room, which food I would select on a menu or which restaurant to go to, which earrings to buy, which flavor of ice cream to order, which friends to spend more time with, which style of business I should run, and where I should travel to next. Endless. Liberating. Playful.

I took it and ran, read every book, listened to every podcast, took an “IFS for Coaches” summer course, experimented on my consenting friends, drove my husband bonkers with my endless conversations (or monologues) about my parts, started speaking about parts openly on my social media channels, wrote songs and a novel about my parts with my parts. I took eight of my parts on a roadtrip to Los Angeles. As I discovered more parts, as they gradually revealed themselves to me, my inner circle expanded. I realized the most effective way for me to connect with my parts was to sit in ceremonial circle. I got this idea from the women’s circles I host. This whole time, I was on the waiting list to participate in an official IFS Level 1 training. I was so hungry to keep learning and I wanted the door unlocked. I wanted to be able to guide other people through this method. I wanted to help people with this knowledge I was gathering. How could I not? It worked. It worked better than anything else I’ve ever seen or tried.

Years go by. The waiting list doesn’t matter anymore. New rules. I’m not a therapist so no access to IFS training for me or any other non-therapist. Lindsay and I both blew a little steam out of our ears. Months later, I’m in Bali laying on my bed in the afternoon sunshine, feeling under the weather with a jungle parasite bug bringing me down. My phone dings and Lindsay’s voice fills the room with words that send chills into my bones. She’s taken matters into her own hands. She has created an coaching certification program. The container is designed to train someone in IFS so they can go deeper and help other people. She’s going to train people to be “Inner Freedom Guides” and carry on this work.

“I was thinking of you the entire time I was creating this. I believe in you so much. I know you’re a healer and with this information you’re going to change the world.“

I’d felt the rumbling in the weeks leading up to her invitation. I’d been sitting in a Goddess Gathering, twenty two women singing together in a living room, and I saw a mirage of myself sitting at the coffee table on a Zoom call in a coaching session. I was working with a woman. I was the coach. I liked the feeling but I pushed it away. I’d been feeling a shift in my energy available for performance. The camera rolls and my energy dips and my mind goes blank. Since when? Suddenly, all the energy is being directed towards 1:1 conversations with women. One of the women I’m enjoying speaking with grabs my shoulders and says, “You meant to be a relationship coach.” I say, “No. Not now. Busy doing art projects.” She says, “Eventually.” My gut had been squeezing when I thought of aging, pregnancy, weight gain, anything that might change my body and inhibit me from performing the way I do to earn my living. It was asking me for some more options. We’re appreciate a way to work that doesn’t entirely rely on us showing up and expelling huge amounts of energy dancing and entertaining. Perhaps, we could be a coach and earn money in a more energy conscious way. And so on and so on…the seeds were being planted in my days leading up to the invitation from Lindsay. So my response to her was a very quick and passionate FUCK YES!

We’ve been giggling for weeks in anticipation. Tomorrow, it begins.

Another Beautiful Day to Be Naked

naked in the hotub at lunchtime - float around with me for a moment. - Jan 31, 2024, Hawaii Big Island

This is my vibe when I’m decompressing from writing. I’m clocking about 4hrs of writing each morning and by the time the sun is high and hot, I’m in the mood to soak and surrender to a little silliness. Being naked in water is THE BEST! I am obsessed with the patterns of light on my skin. It’s magical…sparkles and glitter in the natural world. How are you unwinding from work today? What’s your favorite way to relax and feel playfulness come back into your body? 😘☀️

Another beautiful day of solitude and quiet…until the neighbor mowed his grass when I was napping. Lol I spent most of the day lounging and reading, stretching and eating pistachios. Apart from a one hour writing session in the afternoon (I wrote.a scene with the main characters eating fish in a secret hidden restaurant), today was.a rest day. I’ve been walking around the house naked, soaking in the hot tub, on the couch and on the bed. Comfy spot to comfy spot. Audiobooks kept me company all day (since I’m still waiting for my new Kindle to arrive in the mail…shipping to Hawaii takes age!). — I’ve been learning about writing techniques, how to connect more deeply with people, Buddhist meditation and angel investing. Which of those topics are you most interested in? :)

The Open Road Across Hawaii

from Hawaii … 🍍 Feb 2, 2024

It’s raining today. I’m laying in bed reading books, partly for pleasure and partly for research. How do these authors pull it off? I’m falling deeper and deeper into the world of words and I see no way out.

My kindle is broken. A new one won’t arrive for weeks. I walked to the little library. It feels good to be turning pages for the first time in years. Ahhh….paper and ink. Crinkles and stains. Weight in my hands.

I take the scooter out in the late afternoon to blow the words away. I bring a piece of chocolate with me. I don’t unwrap it though until I reach a special viewpoint on the road. Ar the top of the hill, I switch off the noisy little Genuine Buddy 50cc engine. This island reminds me on an acrylic pour, layers of texture and color swirling and stacking. The cloud patterns are unusually dynamic here beside the volcano. I place the dark chocolate inside my mouth, turn up the music in my headphones which are precariously stuck inside my ears inside my helmet, and vroom vroom drive away. I want the chocolate to melt slowly, coating my tongue. I want the flavor to last a while as I coast down the road past banana trees and peacocks.

I don’t know if the roads will be dry enough for a scooter adventure today. Yesterday I read by the pool but even then I was wrapped in a blanket to stay warm. I’m far from the warmth of the beach up here on the volcano’s ridge. The tropical birds sing spectacular songs into my ears and I think they’re the best part about being up here. The view is epic too but I hope it’s not offended that I spend the morning sitting outside in the hottub with my eyes closed. I’m meditating to start the day. Too many crazy thoughts get to me if I don’t go inside the body first and practice tapping into bodhichitta.

Ok… back into the book.

Love & Rainbows,
Cha

PS: I’ve started strengthening the muscles in jaw using this funny squishy ball device. I do 50 reps when I brush my teeth. lol 😂

“Flamboyant Stories” Commentary + Original Songwriting Notes

“Flamboyant Stories” is a song about being a crazy spiritual woman who’s stargazing on a beach, daydreaming about romance, reflecting on how life changes…something like that. If you would like to listen to a full commentary of this song, I recorded an hour long video sharing my songwriting process, the deeper meaning behind the lyrics, and the creative spiritual experience I go through as I travel the world and make artwork inspired by my relationships. The notes below are referenced in the video. They are copied and pasted from the original “Notes” document on my phone and laptop. I used to write songs by hand on paper but in recent years I’ve typing lyrics has been most efficient. The words themselves were taken from my handwritten journal which I would love to photograph and share with you…if I can find the pages I drew from. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a note of it at the time. So this is what we’ve got. Enjoy the stories and feel free to ask me questions. Love & Rainbows, Cha Wilde


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CRY

i feel a lonely aching pain /

i need someone I can dive with

I don't like that to feel healthy I have to live alone.

I’m lonely and don’t feel good with my partner. He won’t change and I’m afraid to go out and live alone without him even if it means I’ll be healthier.

WISDOM

What got me here may not get me beyond here.

The space makes the time together better.

We're the ones pulling back.

All the softnesss is sucked out of it when I'm pushing to do more.

I can let go of the idea that home is in one placee.

Home can be inside myself somehow.

One sided vulnerability doesn't feel good.

It was working of me before but now it's time to do something new and this requires courage. After doing something new I will feel better. I'm the one who is in control of whether I stay or go. In order to go I need to stop forcing trying to make things work and I need to let go of how I thought things ought to be or wanted them to be. In moving forward courageous into something new, I will find a new home that feels good.

POETIC INGREDIENTS

She's the one who has to change.

Taking space hurts because I don't have much time.

I want to bring relief.

my parts really like noone knowing where i am

sunset that turned all the sand to sky

happy place is so far away from home

When the time is good I want more of it.

She's worried that she's ruined

It's painful to look straight at it

LYRICS

follow my lead

Far away from home

nothing will feed

the constant craving

always craving more and wishing i prayed

I turned the sand to sky

Back on my home

Heard the babies crying

Such an awful tone

Of misery

Forgetting love

can fade away In a day

Put down the phone

When the aching pain is lonely

It’s time to be alone

bring relief to people

Walk them all home

whoever’s has changed

Has rearranged

Their way of being

Found a new way of seeing

I’m always craving more

And wishing that I prayed

Now I’m only trying to ruin

Something that I’ve made

I'm the one who has to change

I’m the one who is estranged

I’m the one whose happy far from home

My happy place is far away from home

She wants love

to come back on demand

Doesn’t want to follow a man

let no one know where i am

so I can live without plans

Two feet on the land

I’m sweet in sand

You’ll understand

When you’re space

You’ll realize

it’s not a race

Oh lord oh lord oh lord

I gaze through the haze

On the days when I’m lazy

I sing songs for the sun

I’m a little crazy

pick my words

let them run

In wild minds

that smile blind

When I’m done

ring the bell

free the birds

Who fly in/from hell

sing my spell

break your shell

endlessly dwelling

mindlessly telling

flamboyant stories

In categories

Of life that’s alright

Cuz I’m far away from dancing

Dreaming of romancing

Wishing on the stars

Not on in mars

through broken illusion

I’ve caused a confusion

now i am trying to ruin something i made

Watch my spirit be swayed

***

When the time is good I want more of it.


why does all the fun happens after I go to bed

Us all as one

I’ll Ring the bell

And free the birds

Who sing my spells

They’ll fly from hell

To break your shell

We’ll fly and run

We’re having fun

We’re Holding back no more

The name I’ll sign

On every line

Will cast and bind

"Flamboyant Stories" Lyrics

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FLAMBOYANT STORIES by Cha Wilde

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run, in wilde minds
That smile blind, that smile blind

When I’m done, ring the bell
Free the birds from hell
Sing my song to break your spell
When I’m done, ring the bell
Free the birds who fly in hell
Sing my spell to break your shell
Endlessly dwelling, mindlessly telling
We fly and run
We’re havin’ fun

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run, in wilde minds
That smile blind
Bring relief to the people, walk them home

When the aching pain is lonely it’s time to be alone
Forgetting love can fade away in a day
Whoever changed has rearranged their way of being
Found a new way of seeing

Cuz I’m far away from dancin’
Dreamin’ of romancin’
Wishin’ on the stars
Two feet on the land, I’m sweet in sand
You’ll understand when you’re in space
Realize it’s not a race
O Lord

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run, in wilde minds
That smile blind
Bring relief to the people, walk them home

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words
let them run
Bring relief to the people
walk them home

I’m always craving more
And wishing that I prayed
Now I’m only trying to ruin something that I’ve made
Words,  crazy, I pick words, my words
Words,  crazy, pick my words, my words (In wilde minds)
Endlessly dwelling, mindlessly telling
Flamboyant Stories in my categories
This life, it’s alright
She wants love to come back on demand (In wilde minds, that smile blind)

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run 
through wilde minds, that smile blind
Bring relief to the people, walk them home

- CREDITS -
written, performed & produced by Cha Wilde
mixed & mastered by Amery Schmeisser
released: Feb 2, 2024

Musical Storytelling with Cutting Edge Real Characters in a Magical World


1.17.2024 | Beside the pool, Inside a Cloud, Hawaii

Dear friend,

What feels new and cutting edge right now?

As I write my novel, I’m tapping into my knowledge of chakras, Internal Family Systems, Human Design, and the Enneagram to build realistic characters; characters that have rich inner worlds and dynamic psychology. The characters in my story are based off of the parts of my personality and people in my real life. I am excited to show through my characters the dynamics of human relationships and demonstrate that we are multiple, that we are spiritual creatures.

I’m currently reading “The Secrets of Character” by Matt Bird — super helpful for learning tips to make your characters more believable, impactful, relatable.

What does a healthy, balanced, fully expressed human being look like? This is my field of research, experimentation, and creation.

Getting know myself is getting to know the world I live in, the reality I’ve created. When I am magical, the world is magical.

How magical is this world we live in? If magic is not a dead thing of the past before science, it is alive and well and I want to show people how to tap into it through fantasy.

I want to help people come alive with passion for living and the best way I know how to do this is to show how I see the world. It’s a magical realm brimming with beauty. Slow down to be with it. Slow down to enter the portal. The mystical awaits in your imagination. what can you see in the invisible all around you? Do you a ink into or rise up to be with it?

I am also integrating music into my storytelling. This feels very cutting edge and playful. Music is helping me uncover the story as I write it.

I am eager to share more about my creative process but for now, I must employ discipline. I must bite my tongue. I am in a deep focus zone right now with this book. To share what I’m doing in detail feels too raw. It’s still too precious. I’m still in the incubator. I need to create more before I reveal it to you. I need to show it to you rather than just tell you about it. Thanks for sticking around my friends!

Love & Rainbows, Cha Wilde

Romantic Memories in the Car Rental Queue

✏️January 10, 2024 | Kona, Hawaii, Payless Car Rental, Back of the Line

Stomach is digesting poke and a Mai Tai. Smell the sunscreen on my skin. Pink freediving fins peek out from my bright yellow dry bag. At the bottom of the bag half a bar of hibiscus 54% dark chocolate is melting. Open my iPhone — ten pins stick into Google maps; the “sickest” snorkeling spots on the island are wondering when I’ll splash in. But wait….50 other tourists need to sign paperwork for their rental cars.

Before all this — Tropical rain tapped me awake. 4am. Yoga in the darkness. Green tea at a colorless sunrise. I walked to the beach with my love but immediately I turned my body upside down, pressing myself into the smell of grass. Rolling waves smash into the lava rocks. Hello, mama ocean.

I dig in, both hands slide under white sand. My eyes pick up all the crushed shells. I am full of a whole world down there in the tide pools. Lay down my happy limbs. I didn’t even notice the water floating off my body towards the sun. I’m in repose. Home again beneath the swaying palms and their puffy, wispy, sweeping, moving sky. The wind runs her soft fingers through my hair, pulls silk across my skin.

Once, long ago and far away, I felt this way. I came here for this feeling. I never lost my love of the feeling. I just had to go find it somewhere new. I’ve stepped into the dream and now, I rest and remember the dreaming with this smile. AirPods in. That song. It all comes back; a flying flock of memories migrating between the present and past. Somewhere in the past they wait for me to summon them with smooth sounds and sweet smells.

— That was my morning and now we are here, at the car rental shop. How can I feel anything but bliss as I waddle forward in this long line of traveling humans?

Love & Rainbows, Cha in the Wilde

Mermaid Returns to the Ocean

January 9, 2024 | Somewhere Above the Pacific Ocean (Alaska 801 Seat C18)

Running low on chocolate. 5% battery. Two hours till this plane lands on the lava fields. Three months since I swam in the ocean. That’s too long for a mermaid. I’ve stretched myself on land.

I’ve packed exactly what I need to play in tropical water but mainly I’ll be focusing on writing my novel. The finish line is in sight.

I’ve got my delete button at the ready; a gun that’s going to shoot down most of what I’ve written. It’s time to condense, clean up, cut the fluff. Whatever survives on the paper will be polished. Red pens at the ready! I am a student again (and always)… How do we write gripping dialogue? What makes us fall in love with the hero? Let’s make the characters snappy, sassy, full of secrets, spring loaded with emotions ready to burst! It’s crafting time!

Resources Supporting My Work

  • Masterclass: Writing Thrillers with Dan Brown

  • Book: “How to Writing Dazzling Dialogue” by James Scott Bell

  • Book: “The Secrets of Character” by Matt Bird

  • Audible: “Writing for Emotional Impact” by Karl Iglesias

My Writing Playlists

Welcome to Love & Rainbows Season 3! We kick off our adventure in Kona, Hawaii. Let’s stretch our bodies and minds, splash in the water and words. Now get me into this ocean!

Love & Rainbows, Cha Wilde

The Ocean Made Me "Slow Down"


The world beneath the water’s surface sucked me in. I’d been wandering on land for too long; problems had started sticking to me like barnacles. I’d rushed through the years of my youth, smiling and bouncing. Then all at once, over the course of a couple years, I crashed, exhausted, into the hot sand and let the sun bake me back into the earth. The Island of the Gods welcomed me home. The incense burning on the temple’s steps blew into my nostrils and spirit came back to life.

The people of the water swam up to pull me under. I wasn’t afraid of them. My greatest fear used to be drowning in the ocean or floating away alone into the vastness of space. It was the loss of air that terrified me. The feeling that I was alone without any way of sustaining the life within me. Just one more breath would never be enough. But the ocean showed me how to relax in the face of death. Just let it hug you. The swimming folk taught me to slow down, slow down, slow down. To survive, you must slow down.

Slow down your thinking, your breathing, your heart rate, every little movements. To survive, you must be slower than you’ve ever been before. This will bring you into the endless depths of the present moment where birth and death belong, one in the same. From that point, the whole world opens up around you, for you. It sparkles. Magic returns to the universe and suddenly floating away into the deep blue is the most enticing proposition. Land has lost her hold on me. I flew free from gravity’s pull. I have slowed down so now every breath I take is a joyride, a thrill. Every breath I take is the moment I live for.

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The cover art is a compilation of two images; a photograph of me freediving in Komodo National Park, Indonesia and a painting I created in Bali titled “Wonder” — part of my “Words in the Waves” series.


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TV Off, Feelings ON

You put on the TV so you don’t have to think about your own life. You got hurt and you sit on the couch and feel useless. You can’t do anything else so you turn on the TV. You listen to the news in the morning to find out what’s going on in the world. 🙏🏼

My favorite part of every day is the time I spend writing in my journal. It’s the very opposite of these behaviors I just mentioned, behaviors I witness in my family. The TV distracts me from me. I don’t want to be distracted from me. I want to be with me. I sit happily and write for hours because my mind loves analyzing itself. The body gets impatient when I sit for hours writing. It wants to move so when I’m satiated or drowning in that over-thinking under-moving state, I drag myself to the yoga mat and breath and slog through uncomfortable postures and cry and listen and feel whatever is there. The body wants it. The mind resists.

Why why why? Because I love being connected and in relationship with humans. I am the first and only human I can ever connect with in this intimate way. I’m the only one who can give me the depth I desire, the only one with the answers I crave. Whatever feelings are uncomfortable will pass and change when I sit with them long enough.

This lifestyle is more intense. I’m minimizing the numbing and zoning out. I open myself up to feel it all, painful and ugly and beautiful and sweet. I feel love and loss deeper perhaps. My emotional spectrum is wider than the average honey bear and thus I feel I have so much more to express. So it pours out in words and paint and songs and dance and poems and conversations.

It all starts at the beginning of the day. The TV and radios and voices outside are turned off. I open the page and take the lid off the pen and listen inside. Who is talking in there?

Music is Medicine: Songwriting for Peace During War Times

Dear Friend,

Peace is our default state. Freedom is our default state. Joy is our default state. What brings us back to this standard when we lose our way? We must listen deeply until we hear the rhythm again; the rhythm of the human heart, the ocean waves, the breath moving between us all. But what do we do when we don’t know what to do? When we are lost? This is when it’s time to sing.

We have been given the gift of a voice that creates worlds. Sing the reality you desire into existence.

Meet yourself where you’re at. Feel the emotion. Emotion is energy in motion. Express the energy fully to move it through. Let it out as a powerful force that drives your engines in the direction you want to go.

Sing to the world, for the world, from the world you love about the world you love. This is what we need. We need people who are singing, keeping the light shining for us all through the night.

Love & Rainbows,

Cha Wilde