Baptism of the Wild

We need the tonic of wildness, not all things should be manicured in a “civilized” way. Parts of the land and sea should always be indefinitely wild and unexplored.

Wild beaches are a place where I can feel completely alone yet completely connected. Uninhibited I strip down and in harmony I let the five elements move in and around me; Space, Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. I get lost in the mystery and the knowing of it all.

We can never have enough of nature. -tM

Photography: Unknown | 1. The Creeks of Callelongue; 2. The Beach of Gold Mine, Pénestin ; 3.The Beach of Espiguette, Port Camargue

Solo Measures

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

There has always been something empowering about alone time for me.

Silence is underrated here in North America, so when I can, I sit, walk, or swim, alone. It is my holy trinity of rituals (mind, body, soul connection) an autonomous communion and need to feel myself. In truth, that is how I connect to the Source of Life; directly through me, in silence, and amid nature. For ultimately, we are all alone. No one can truly feel our joys, our sadness, our pains. Only we know the multitude of layers that our emotions carry. So it is important to cultivate that time with the self, in growth, in healing, in reflection, and in rejuvenation. It keeps us strong, and it does the body, mind, and spirit good. -tM

That Time was like Never, and like Always

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

The communion with nature is so immense that any words used to describe its sanctity fall short.

The other day I took my shoes off and walked through the grass. I needed to feel the soil beneath my concrete treading feet, and in that moment, I felt time dissipate, it was like never, and like always. I need to faithfully nurture that connection to creation; where nothing is waiting. Sometimes when nothing is waiting we find everything. -tM

Parked for the Weekend

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

Sometimes I like to be parked for the weekend. It’s a glorious thing to be able to be at home, putter about, have friends come over to grace your space as opposed to venturing out into what sometimes seems to be waves of mass discontent. It’s all about balance, for me at least; balance, and going with the flow of well, me. -tM

When I am Done, I am Done

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

I am many things, but one thing I am not is someone who goes back to any past relationship, be it friendship, lover, or casual fling. You see, when I am done, I am done.

There is no friendship after a love affair, no knocking on my door after a friendship has been squashed, no “hey, I am here to see what’s up again” after a casual tryst.

This isn’t about holding grudges or being stubborn, nor is it about not understanding why things didn’t work out. It is quite the opposite, it is about having understood why things didn’t work out, about learning the lessons, doing the work required to heal, and then finally moving on.

Yes, people change, but by the time my relationships are over, people have gotten a second chance, and sometimes even a third. The way I see it is we had our time, we parted for reasons known to both of us, and now we move forward separately. Life is too short to repeat anything, especially patterns.

So you see, it all comes full circle: when I am done, I am done, nothing more, nothing less. -tM

Cool, I Don't Care

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I have always cared too much, you name it, I cared and connected to it. The days of moving through life with my emotions tugging at my every turn left me exhausted to say the least.

I have always wanted to “not care,” translation: I didn’t want to feel so deeply. So in summation, I am finally getting to this point in my life, the not caring point, and it feels liberating to not have your emotions run your life.

I still care, but I don’t emotionally connect at that deep level anymore and I LOVE IT! Don’t get me wrong, there are still things that stay with me longer then they should, (letting go, and caring, can be synonymous), but that separation between self and others is wonderful. It leaves so much more space for connecting to myself, to the world, and to the moment. I can listen, empathize, comfort, and be there for others, but I no longer take that shit home.

I am also at that stage in my life where self-confidence trumps caring about what others think, and in turn, I will do what I have to do for me, without apologies. And if that sounds selfish,

well, I truly don’t care. -tM

4 Simple Ways to Help Bring Balance to Your Life

Photography: Weaver Cameron Barksdale

Photography: Weaver Cameron Barksdale

  1. Simplify your day. Make a conscious effort not to plan too many things, finish one task before you move on to the other, and be in the moment.

  2. Make Nutrition a Priority. Make sure to feed and nourish yourself with good foods for your particular body and its needs. The gut is the fuel for our entire engine and if that is not working properly neither can you.

  3. Sleep Well. Lower your lights and turn off your devices at a certain time every night. Find what works for you in terms of letting go. If there is a ritual you would like to add such as a hot bath, a soothing shower, or perhaps meditation for a sense of closure on your day it is important to do so.

  4. Notice Your Thoughts. The reality is that there will always be stressful situations, however it is within our control to be able to vary our response to such outside factors. We can either add intensity to them or in turn reduce there effects. Remember that the degree of stress is a perception and that everything is temporary.

These are paraphrased suggestions by Dr. Pratima Raichur with a few additional thoughts.

In Celebration

Photography: Maxime Ballesteros

Photography: Maxime Ballesteros

The more mature I get in age, the more I feel like this.

I apologize less for my opinions, I too am taking up my rightful space, knowing and owning the fact that I am the boss of me, and no one else. Other’s opinions, judgements, and the casting of stones, mean very little to me these days. I have now weathered half of my life and it has taken me this long to feel somewhat liberated.

I know people say aging is not for the faint of heart, although for now (as I suppose I am still on the younger side of aging) I am enjoying the internal growth process and the celebrating of its liberties.

And trust me, there is nothing as liberating as celebrating your own self governance. -tM

The Sunday Morning Lounge

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

What does your Sunday morning ceremonial observance look like?

There are no religious observances of any kind here, however I definitely hold sacred to my Sunday morning rituals. They ground me, put me at ease, and sometimes even in a contemplative state of mind. Most Sunday’s are spent in solitude. Just me, my music, coffee, some reading material, coupled with a few hours of kick back on the sofa staring at the sky, watching the birds take flight.

It’s a meditation of sorts, one with my eyes open. -tM

The Invisible Power of Music

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

There is this sacred conversation that happens between the soul and the music being played.

Music heard so deeply, that it is not heard at all, but you become the music.

You cannot touch it, yet with precision you converse with its beat.

And when it leaves you, it changes you.

It always changes you. -tM

Winter Strolls

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

There is something to be said about embracing, or at the very least accepting every season for what it is. Finding beauty in those moments, after a storm, during a heat wave, in the middle of a downpour, or on a windy day reminds one to take pause. Look around, grab your lovers hand and take it slow. Because taking it slow, is sexy. -tM

Love Letter to Self

Photography: Luigi Ghirri

Photography: Luigi Ghirri

“When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.” – Rumi

There is only so much that we can control. I have learned to stop forcing things. Often times we just need to find the patience to wait. -tM

Serenity Now

Philip Dixon’s Moroccan inspired home in Venice Beach is a space that feels tranquil and inviting. A home, in my opinion should be a place where you can decompress, let go, shut out the world, and replenish your mind, body, and soul. This particular design and open concept of home is well balanced in function and form, taking full advantage of the California climate and finding inspiration in the boho vibe of living near a beach. -tM

Being with Me

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

In light of a conversation I had last night about the importance of time spent with oneself, I woke up this morning even more appreciative of what that time spent in solitude with the self has allowed me to become.

I am thankful for the strength that my alone time has helped me grow, for the wisdom it has imparted on me, and for the life and grace that continuously get replenished in that space. Being with myself is my safe haven in a world that is sometimes just too much. I am a much better human (soul) when I move at a slower pace, slow is not lazy, for me it is sexy, and also necessary for my solitary self to be able to fully engage in this thing called life. -tM