I started sharing everything (except for the super secret special things that are moments just for me). All the other stuff though, I just pushed it out there. Keeping it locked inside me was pushing me around too much. I hate being pushed around on the inside. The voices in my head do make me crazy. I let them out and speak them into the air at the right moment and time to the right people in the right place. I speak and they leave me. Suddenly, I’m empty and there is only one voice left. The quiet voice that tells me what to do and I agree. It’s not pushing me to do anything or be different. It’s not convincing me I’m okay or pep talking me. It’s just here with me. We’re just groovy together. All striving ceases. Impressing people, silly now. Racing to keep up, needless. Proving myself, why? What she thinks today will be different tomorrow. What she sells me today, I sold yesterday. Enough of the bullshit. I’m just open now and it all flows through like the rivers from the mountains into the mighty ocean where I plunge when I leap from the cliffs. Fear calls me forward and when I go, we’re groovy. We’re groovy; floating naked in the cool water, adventure in my lungs. I’ve stripped myself down and I like myself raw like this, exposed to the elements for all to see. It’s just me and the trees staring up the stars as they stare down at us. Even with all the eyes on me, I know I am alone forever in this body and frankly, I like it better out here. I’m skinny dipping in life, in this universe I am. No more clothes to cover my soul. Everything knocking on my mind may enter and exit. Let it flow, babe. I’m just here, bobbing on the surface, staring at the clouds. I love the blue sky, don’t you? What a day to be alive and leave it at that!
SHE LOVES HER QUIRKY MAGIC
SHE LOVES HER QUIRKY MAGIC
“I grew up with really frizzy hair.
I always felt really ugly.
I would plan my days around my hair.
I was wasting so much time caring about myself hair and it didn’t even matter.
I had friends but for some reason I still had never accepted myself.
This is who I am.
There’s only one you and it’s beautiful. You’re amazing. You were made perfectly the way you were made to be made.
This world is so magical and when people listen to my music I want them to feel that magical feeling and I hope the people in the community that my music brings in feel accepted by everyone.”
— The Friz @thefrizofficial
This woman was inspired by my friend and fellow magical female musical producer “The Friz”.
Listen to our full conversation on The Cha Wilde Show (episode 95)
We’re talking about soul callings and waking up every morning obsessed with music.
Flowerz by The Friz (Original Song)
@thefrizofficial on Instagram
SHE TRUSTS HERSELF
SHE TRUSTS HERSELF
You know what you want. Yes, you do. Confused? Sure. Overwhelmed? Sure. So many options. I understand. How to decide? Stop thinking. Thinking isn’t going to give you an answer, not one you love, not one that satisfies you to the core of your being. You can’t hear yourself when you’re thinking. Too many voices, right?
Pour your coffee. Stare out the window.
Sit with me. Close your eyes. Let’s feel your answer. Wriggly, hard to sit still. I know. Don’t worry.
Who has the answer you’re looking for? Where is it? What are you longing to hear? What if I leaned in and whispered into your ear, right now, the answer you’ve been waiting for, the answer to your askings, desires, longings, strivings? As the coin flips in the air, you know if you want heads or tails. As the air leaves my lips, you know the words you want to hear. Listen to the answer that rises up from below. Listen to your wisdom that sits, steady in your deepness, the quiet seat of your soul.
The definition of trust is “to believe in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of”. Do you believe in your ability to know what you want? Do you believe in your strength to make your dreams a reality? Do you believe the quiet whisper that only you can hear is the truth for you? Have you been giving yourself the opportunity to be reliable? Reliable for others, sure, that’s almost easier, isn’t it? What about reliable to the little one inside of you, the little one who looked up at the sky and saw dinosaurs and ice cream cones, the little one who wanted to fly to the stars, the little one who wanted to save all the polar bears, the little one who wanted to wear a cape every day forever? Can that little one rely on you? Perhaps, it’s time for you to smile down into your being and sense the truth that has been with you all along. How sweet does trust feel?
If you give yourself only one thing, give yourself trust. Look yourself dead in the heart.
Step boldly into truth. You know what you want.
I LOVE YOU
CHA 🍍 WILDE
WILDE WOMEN (SHE IS WITH ME) - The Story Behind the Project
I’d been in quarantine for two weeks. Little things were irritating me. Divorce was a serious possibility. Never making eye contact with my mom again for the rest of eternity was also highly likely. I was trying to record music and dogs were barking. I was trying to paint outside and mom was mowing the lawn; grass stuck to my canvas. I was starting to feel like a black hole, depressing looming, passive aggressive behavior creeping in. I was losing my shit.
I found a quiet corner of the house, opened the Pinterest app and escaped into daydreams of beautiful places I’d rather be. I stopped scrolling when I saw a photograph of a woman. She was standing in a field facing the sky, hair dangling down her back. I saw openness, freedom, and acceptance. I wanted to feel like that too. So, I sketched her. I drew black ink lines on white cardstock and filled the spaces with watercolor pencils. She was cute. Drawing was relaxing. I went to bed.
The next day, I wanted to feel connected to something good again. I found another woman on Pinterest and drew her too. After seven days of drawing, I had seven women in my hands, each one representing a feeling that had fluttered in me. I could see my internal experience of the week in this visual diary, I had illustrated my emotions, expressed my desires, dreamed a little. I was focusing my powerful mind on the feelings I wanted to bring into my life. It felt good so I kept drawing.
The night after my grandma died from COVID-19, I was up late, sitting in my dad’s big armchair, staring at one of my drawings; a little woman in a pink dress, kneeling on the ground. She seemed to be praying. She reminded me of Burning Man; beautiful women sitting in the dust, communing with the spirit of the playa. Oh, how I long for wilderness and expansive consciousness right now, freedom to roam and explore who I am in new place. As I thought about grandma and wandering in the spiritual desert, words poured into my journal. Sentences were bypassing my mind, going straight through my fingers. I read the message before I could think it. Where were these perfect words coming from? I don’t know, but they keep coming. When I show up, they show up. I draw a new woman and not long after, a paragraph of wisdom saunters into being to accompany her. I seem to be creating a deck of oracle cards.
As my project started growing, curiosity jumped on board. What if you compose a short piece of music for each drawing? Music transplants feels and transports consciousness. Wouldn’t it be beautiful if each little woman had her own soundtrack? Music would bring her to life and suck me deeper into her reality, closer to the feelings I’m longing for, manifesting that state of well being through sound. At this point, those mischievous sisters, creativity and curiosity, can get me to do almost anything. So, there I was at 5am, headphones on, dragging sounds across my laptop screen, candlelight, making music in my parent’s basement. I woke up early for the silence, a rare and precious element in quarantine. Now each woman had a song. I also spoke into the microphone, reading the wise words that had shown up on the page after each drawing.
Tucked in bed, I reached across the pile of drawings on my nightstand and grabbed my phone. Before falling asleep, I’m on my phone scrolling for friendship. We haven’t hugged in weeks. This is getting weird. What is everyone else doing? Another idea pops into my cabin feverish mind. What if I put the drawings on leggings and hoodies and sell them in my online shop? Let’s expand! From bed, on my phone, I design and screenshot my first batch of SHE IS WITH YOU clothing. I post them on Instagram and wait. Does my sketch artwork look awesome or too simple? Waiting… Little hearts pop up and somebody says, “Omg, yaaaass!!! I'm so ready for this🙌🏾 I need one asap, let me know when they're live 💕” This is exciting. Maybe people will really like this project and it will be popular and helpful! I’ll keep going.
I uploaded the drawings, words, music and clothing designs to my website. Hours went by as I edited a video of myself showing off the project, explaining my vision. Medicine for the soul! I nearly threw my computer out the window a few times when the internet was slow. I was racing to get this project out into the world. All my skills were weaving together and I felt so in tune with spirit, creativity lifting my wings into action. As I witnessed the project pieces falling into place with very little planning, just strokes of genius pushing me along, I started daydreaming about my inevitable fame, financial success, the sparkling lights of attention. I was in the midst of creating the next great project, a wildfire series of art that was about to travel the world and touch many lives. How delicious to be at the epicenter! Thank you quarantine for giving me such juicy raw material to work, this will be such a boost to my career! This is the idea I’ve been waiting for. My head was swelling as my stack of drawings thickened. Proud of the countless hours of work behind me, excited to officially launch the project on a Monday morning, I relaxed for a moment. Remind me to never again relax before a big launch. My racing mind screeched to a halt. Dread overtook my body. I grabbed my car keys and bolted.
For an hour, I drove around the valley, speeding away from panic. What was I thinking? ‘SHE IS WITH YOU’ is a dumb name, isn’t it? Will dad feel uncomfortable when he reads my newsletter tomorrow? He’ll be sitting there in his chair when he opens his email. I know he gets the Cha Wilde newsletters. I’m going to announce my project and then mom and dad are both going to know everything I’ve been thinking and feeling for the past few weeks —- the stuff I haven’t shared with them despite the fact we’ve been living in the same house for quarantine. Woah, this is vulnerable.
Do people really want to hear me reading my own writing? My best friends will appreciate it but they like everything I do. What about all those other people? Why would they listen? I’ve gotten way too caught up in this little project. I’ve taken it too seriously. I should just keep these drawings to myself. They aren’t high quality enough to make a deal about them online. I don’t have to release this project tomorrow. I can keep it to myself and delete the newsletter. This was just a fun creative doodling project. Everybody doodles and this isn’t anything special. I blew this up into a bigger project than it needed to be. Move on! Nobody look at me please. I felt sick to my stomach.
The next morning, I clicked “SEND”. It was done, out there in the world. Other people were looking at my drawings now, listening to my podcast and hearing my little songs. Messages came in. They loved it. They’re listening at night as they put their babies to sleep. They’re looking forward to the next piece. They’re grateful I’m doing this. They’re purchasing the clothing I’m designing and posting pictures of themselves wearing it on Instagram! It’s working! I think back. What if I hadn’t shared it? What if I had listened to the fear in the car with me?
Why didn’t I listen to fear this time? Why did I keep on schedule and share? I drove around the empty streets (quarantine has blessed us with no traffic!), and heard fear in the back seat, whispering in my ear, taking over my body and yet somehow I also remembered why I started the project. I recalled each step I had taken along the way and how each new idea, each piece of the project has felt on the day it revealed itself to me. When fear was screaming at me, all I was hearing was a horrible stressful static. When I tuned back in with the beautiful vision, I reconnected with the hope and potential I saw in this project. I remembered how curiosity had invited me to come play and this whole thing was a fun game I was excited to create and inspired to share. It was all for fun and the ideas were so good, they deserved my energy; weeks of digging deep, pushing myself to keep going, long hours on the computer to wrap it up. I had so much belief in this project that I handed myself over to it completely. Conscious of my precious time, I am no fool. With trust in myself, I decided it must be worth it. 24hrs of exhausted doubt is far outweighed by weeks of inspired creation. Touch that finish line!
Here is my lesson for today. The reason we start our projects is the reason we finish our projects. Accept the invitation to walk into it slowly and delight in what is reveal when you do not push or force anything into being. Your project is a vehicle for your next great joyride.
A couple weeks after releasing the project, I renamed it to “She Is with Me”. People were saying this naturally and it made more sense. A couple weeks after that, I renamed it again to “Wilde Women”. People were naturally talking about “the women” and the original title no longer made sense. What did make sense and felt so right was to call them Wilde since they all seem to represent a part of us and aren’t we all wild on the inside?
I LOVE YOU
CHA 🍍 WILDE
chawilde.com/sheiswithme | #sheiswithmeproject
SHE SITS HERE SILENTLY
SHE SITS HERE SILENTLY
You can run around and achieve all sorts of things right now, busy busy, buzz buzz, stay distracted, stay addicted, stay productive. Get informed and get involved! Keep up and don’t fall behind. Find a way, figure it out, keep pushing, hustle hustle baby. Oh yes, the encouragement of the money makers, how shiny! Can you hear the stress heads calling for your company? There they go on the desperate race from death towards meaning. Are they wrong? No. None of us are wrong. Right? Do you know you are right? Your rightness is validated by your results. Did it work? Are you creating what you want right now? Is this busy work getting you to the top of your mountain? Noise invades from every direction. Ears aching, mind static, tension bleeds into our body. Losing control, we are overtaken by the voices, clicking, clanging, barking. All I want is a peaceful life. Give me silence or a pair of Bose headsets, anything so I can escape this chaos.
Close your eyes and explore the celestial landscape of your inner world. Breathe in...deeper, deeper, deeper, stretch your lungs. Do you feel the space you just created inside? It feels good, doesn’t it? What an expansive universe of sparkling delight you hold inside. Are you ready to stop stretching your fingers outside in the thin wispy emptiness? Plunge them into the warm gooey. Yes, down there in the dark spaces. Maybe it’s been a while since you’ve been here, traveling deep into the soul caverns. Hairs may stand up when you come close to the twistiest corners. Make friends with them slowly. Your heart may sigh upon the rolling vistas. Gaze as long as you like. It’s okay. You’re always welcome here, for a lifetime and beyond.
Many years ago, a meditation teacher instructed me. “Don’t just do something, sit there.” He laughed of course and today I grin as I pass this wisdom on to you. The world will shout at your sweetness and depth, nagging you to get up and do something fast. “Don’t just sit there!” you’ll hear the voices yell. But from now on, when you close your eyes, you can us whisper, “Sit there, beautiful one. Enjoy your being.”
I LOVE YOU
CHA 🍍 WILDE
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SHE BRINGS LIGHT FROM THE WILDE
SHE BRINGS LIGHT FROM THE WILDE
Another Zoom call. You’ll see me sitting in my parent’s bedroom, criss cross on the floor, my cup of tea slowly growing cold as I smile and nod. A face appears on my screen. It’s my dear friend, Sarah Sue. She’s sitting in her Jeep. Quarantine has both of us in corners, crafting an ounce of privacy for this twenty-first century conversation. Her hair is growing out. She shaved her head last summer and now look at those curls coming back. Isn’t it beautiful watching our friends change. I’ve watched her become a mom. As we speak, I know her baby and her husband are up in their tiny apartment in Bellingham, WA. For one hour, I have her all to myself. We’re talking about what it means to have a ‘soul calling’. Sarah Sue is a medicine woman, a fire fighter in the forest, a herbalist, an old soul, a mama who listens closely to her child’s teachings and a friend who guides me back to the wilderness. In the middle of my panic attack, she says, “Go climb a mountain,” and she’s right. I find my freedom at the summit. This woman senses the darkness, walks straight into the most wilde fire and back to her tribe she carries the light. Speak Sarah Sue. What is on your heart?
“I don’t have time or energy for angry activism. Fuck that shit. And really, who’s going to listen to an angry activist? That’s not healthy supportive communication. We’ve got to stop all this violent communication because that’s not how we see results. Honestly, when we’re not living sustainably we’re also making ourselves chronically ill. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for the support I had from nature. The way that we were headed before this pandemic, climate change was terrifying, especially having a two year old son. I was so overwhelmed and intimidated by it during quarantine and the part that finally was enough to drive me forward was that I have to do this now. Before, it wasn’t relevant but I have to do this. I want to create light. I want to create light that counters all the fear and heaviness of this time. I want to create an opportunity for us to get together and empower people to learn how to protect themselves, how to take care of themselves and inspire themselves to be better people. A big part of my soul purpose is to be a speaker for those who don’t have voices; a speaker for the trees like the Lorax, a speaker for the furry ones and the feathered ones. Can I figure out how to do activism in a way that is loving, gentle, inspiring and empowering in the midst of whatever work I do? That is the place where I receive the most regeneration and healing. I also think about the gifts that I came into the world with, how those have led me to where I’m at. I was granted gifts by spirit and in order to really honor them it’s about utilizing them and creating vehicles in which to use them and give them back. I want to make the world a better place. That’s what really drives me in the end, at the end of the day; did I make a different today with these skills that I’ve been gifted and have worked hard to develop? Have I made the best of them?”
Featuring the Voice and Wisdom of Dr. Sarah Sue Myers.
Listen to our full conversation on my podcast:
Episode 90: What Is Your Soul Calling Dr. Sarah Sue Myers?
I LOVE YOU
CHA 🍍 WILDE
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SHE SEES THE PRESENT MOVING FORWARD
SHE SEES THE PRESENT MOVING FORWARD
There is no time machine, no going back to the way it was. Stop spending your limited life on shit that doesn't exist anymore. You learned from your past and those experiences made you who you are but quickly now, stop staring at them. They are gone. All you have is right now and what is next. This is it. You don't even need to study your past, can you believe that? Do you believe me when I say it doesn't matter anymore? Do you trust me when I urge you to let it go, just like that. All you have is right now and whatever you're about to do next. I know it's tempting to gaze into your swirling past, that connection of intoxicating memories, endless hours of replay entertainment and exhausting analysis. No, you can say no. No, thank you, I'm done. I am right here and now. What is happening right now? What am I enjoying right now? What am I changing right now? What is my next exciting step? Where are my eyes directed, here here here! Where are your eyes directed right now? When the past calls your name again, turn your cold shoulder. “I have a new mistress,” you say, “She keeps me company when you just leave me lonely with my thoughts.” Who is your new mistress; you’re exotic fresh adventure fulfilling you today and calling you forward? What is possible now? Cut away the past, must I repeat myself! There is no fucking past. No more. Never again. All you have is right now and what's next.
SHE IS WITH YOU + I LOVE YOU
CHA 🍍 WILDE
TAKE HER WITH YOU
WILDE WOMEN (She is With Me Project) - Step By Step Creative Process
(Formally known as the ‘She is with YOU’ and ‘SHE Is WITH ME” project…now it’s WILDE WOMEN)
In times of crisis, we need healing and gentle medicine is powerful. Colors, light, sparkles, friends, laughter, singing, dancing, sunshine. Sooth your soul and take care of your beautiful insides so you can radiate that glow out into the world. Your presence, your creations, your artwork, your sharing helps those around you. During this quarantine, I am creating a series of drawings (colorful little women) who are arriving one by one to deliver musical messages to us. What are we feeling in this challenge? What emotions are bubbling to the surface as life changes quickly and slowly at the same time? Jump on my mailing list and you'll get an email whenever a new lady arrives -- you can listen to her soundtrack and her message. ❤ Explore the FULL collection of ladies. Thank you! I love you. CHA🍍WILDE
Here's the step-by-step of what I'm doing:
1) Each day, I sit down, close my eyes and ask, "What do I really need right now?" Every day the answer is different; happiness, energy, patience, strength etc... I look through photographs of women online, usually on Pinterest for inspiration until I see one that really hits it. "Yes! That's how I want to feel!". I have also been recording conversations with other women on my podcast and hearing what they’re feeling right now. Those conversations are massively inspiring for the newest ladies I’m creating. After filling my mind and heart with an understanding of what is needed, I start drawing. I sketch the little woman with black ink and fill her in with watercolor pencils. Then I photograph the drawing, upload the image to my computer and digital edit the image into florescent rainbow deliciousness. What do you really need today?
2) I start at her and I ask, "What is she saying to me? What message does she have for us?" It usually takes a minute or two of me drawing a total blank, a little nervous no inspiration will come and then BOOM suddenly my mind is speaking and my fingers start typing. The messages seem to all begin with a brief mention of something I just experienced personally; situations and feelings triggered by quarantine and the life changes taking place right now. That mini story is the jumping off point to a piece of wisdom and truth that we can all connect to, a reminder to tune in, ground, lift our chin, smile, go outside etc... What message do you have for the world today?
3) I put on my headphones and ask myself, "What music is this woman listening to? What is her soundtrack?" I produce a 1 minute song for her on my computer. This is such a juicy moment because music is so powerful and brings everything to life. When I make the music, she starts to feel like a real person to me. After the song is complete, I roll up to the microphone and read her message (the one I wrote in step 2) out loud. This way her message can be delivered to your ears as well as your eyes and you can hear my voice (which makes everything way more personal and powerful and connected). What music are you listening to today?
4) I design a new pair of leggings and cropped hoodie and upload them to my online shop. If you find a lady you really enjoy looking at, you can order something with her on it and have her in your home, brighten up the rooms with sparkly colorful inspiration. Which woman is your favorite so far? Explore the series.
LOVE
CHA 🍍 WILDE
SHE LOVES GETTING HIGH ALONE
SHE LOVES GETTING HIGH ALONE
Simple. Serve self. Serve creativity. Describe your vision. What do you see in the blackness of your mind? Hold everything you're doing in your hand and spread your fingers. Let responsibilities and worrisome tasks slip through and fall away. Spread your lips and roll out the smoke. You don't owe anybody shit. Go be alone and enjoy being you. Inside cages, outside of cages, you always bring yourself. When was the last time you spent time with her, just the two of you and a whole body full of love?
SHE IS WITH YOU + I LOVE YOU
CHA 🍍 WILDE
SHE RADIATES HER LIGHT FOR THE WORLD
SHE RADIATES HER LIGHT FOR THE WORLD
I’ve given in to my childish temptation to throw away my graceful adultness. Sulking into shadows, denying anyone the satisfaction of cheering me up, refusing to share my gifts with my family, too stubborn to enjoy myself, to enjoy ME and all the light that I know I can shine. How exhausting it is being a black hole. Before quarantine, I was dancing on my couch in lingerie, blasting music for the neighborhood, sunbathing naked, playing with my pirate sword. What happened? Why am I on guard? Did my soul go into lock down too? My throat closed up. There’s a rock in my chest. Eye contact is like trying to push the wrong sides of magnets together. Creativity, those magical vibrations that loves to free flow through my body, is sadly clogged in my pours. I’m trapped inside my body, festering, unexpressed.
Before quarantine, I was splashing in solitude, space and silence. Now people can hear me and watch me work and this means they can see inside me. We’re living on top of each other and everybody is at home all day long. My work is not invisible; it’s captivating and I cannot escape attention in my most vulnerable moments of play. The inescapable pressure to be open and so seen, even among loved ones, is enough to scare the most courageous artist into her darkest corners.
For years, I’ve run away from home, breaking cages and jumping off cliffs into bohemian adventures. So free out there in the world, expanding. Singing my soul secrets to strangers. Now, in this home again, with these people again, I contract. I fall into the old ways. My weaknesses plague my mind. I’m moody. I remember the feeling of being too shy to perform and it takes over my body again. Did I walk back into the cage or am I smashing through the last remaining bars? One more push and it will be gone forever. Perhaps quarantine, is the blessing; shoving me into close quarters with my vulnerability until I give up my childish clingings and shine for everyone. Will quarantine be my chance to learn compassion? To break my ego? Will I finally let go of how things have always been, how I’ve always reacted and finally step forward fresh? Will I finally do the things I’ve imagined and refused for so long to take seriously?
As the world changes around you, it doesn’t matter where you live, who you are with or what you are doing. Right now, you can close your eyes and find yourself inside. This moment of darkness, this moment when your soul is wrestling, uncomfortable, this moment when you hate on everything and everyone around you, this is the moment of your greatest opportunity! The doorway to your new way of being is wide open, right now, if only you’ll walk through it. Will you? Step forward differently than you did yesterday and the gateway will welcome you as you create your evolution. Gather up your goodness and radiate your glow. Your cold blood will warm up. The rock in your chest will dissolve if you return to your breath. Now is the time to let go of the shell. You don’t think you can and yes, you can. The shell keeps away the love and freedom for which you’ve been longing. Imagine the sun. She never holds back from shining! Are you grateful for her light?
We are certainly grateful for your light. Please shine for us.
Repeat after me: “The freedom and delight in my soul is fucking marvelous. I let go of my shell so I may shine love and freedom. Nothing kills my vibe.”
May we all radiate our light for this world. She is with you and I love you.
CHA 🍍 WILDE
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SHE IS A GALAXY OF DANCING EMOTIONS
SHE IS A GALAXY OF DANCING EMOTIONS
Have you been to an online dance party on Zoom yet? We threw one last night for Davey’s birthday and over a dozen friends were dancing in their living rooms, wearing funny costumes, holding their wine glasses up to the webcam to virtually “cheers!”. Our faces, smiling through the screen, remind us in the middle of quarantine and global crisis, life always goes on. We give ourselves a reason to dress up and celebrate and we heal together. Birthdays, breakthroughs, new skills, new love, work opportunities, and just another Wednesday night still alive on Earth are all valid reasons to throw your next online dance party. Stream the music from one person’s computer and mute all the microphones. Before quarantine, we were at parties dancing AND TALKING. Now, we’re just dancing. Turns out, the talking wasn’t all that important. My most meaningful and memorable conversations are not usually at parties. They are events in their own right. The best parties are the moments when we shut up and dance! Do you feel me on this one? From quarantine, Zoom dance parties are a blessing, tossing us straight into word-free cozy dance floor full of smiles and eye contact. Plus, it’s never awkward because you get to peace out at the click of a button. Seeing the faces you love showing up to be in this moment with you, seeing inside other people’s homes, seeing other people put themselves out there just to make you smile; it instantly feels good in the blood. Happy hormones flood the body. Soul medicine. Boosting our immune systems and deepening our community. Be the one to host the party. People are so grateful to be invited. I get so many text messages pouring in afterwards saying how much they appreciated being included. It’s very heartwarming and worth it! If you are suffering today, remember you are a galaxy. Within you are all the emotions and states of being. Beside your sorrow, sits joy. Within your darkness is light. Celebration holds hands with grief. Today of all days is the perfect day to dance around the house in your underwear and fur coat.
Shout-out to our most upbeat buddy Seth Pearson of Love Amped for DJing our dance party last night!
Cheers to everything in life that is still wonderful. Peace to all the world. She is with you and I love you.
CHA 🍍 WILDE
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SHE WALKS ALONE TO STAY CONNECTED
SHE WALKS ALONE TO STAY CONNECTED
I sat in the middle of the street and stared at the full moon. My husband walked away back to the house. At first, I was sad to feel him leave but then a mysterious weight lifted off me. I was alone out here. So much time in quarantine, in the house, with the same people, all day long. I’m grateful to the constant company and solitude has become sweet. How would I feel if I were in solitary quarantine, alone in an apartment for weeks, like my cousin in Wes in LA or my friend Emi? Is the loneliness too painful? I’ve felt too lonely. Last summer, my car was broken and my roommates all went to work and I was home alone day after day, making music. I would go on a walk/run each day and have dinner with Davey but that was the most variety I had. Back then I wasn’t even using technology to stay in touch with people. I was straight up isolating and my mental health marched downhill. I suppose the only difference is that this year everyone else is in quarantine with me. The entire planet is in quarantine together. All of us are always ‘in quarantine’ inside our own bodies. From the moment we’re born until the moment we die (or until Tesla invents a way for us to body travel), we are stuck in this one body we wake up with each morning. All of our thoughts, feelings, creative energy, love is in this one body that you have. If you are in quarantine with other people, I invite you to step outside and walk alone. If you are alone in quarantine, I invite you to step outside and walk alone with all of us who are outside walking alone with you. Walk alone on the earth, perhaps barefoot, and feel how many blades of grass are tickling your feet and shaking your hand. Smile at the stars and the sunshine. Kiss the wind as she arrives to play with your hair and stroke your soft cheek. Walk alone to stay connected. In your solitude and meditation you find peace of mind, sense of self and strength of soul. I am outside walking alone with you. She is with you and I love you.
CHA 🍍 WILDE
