but did you try?

Lately life has tossed me a few fuck you's and it's bottled me up and confused me. I've been wading through my reflections trying to surface to clearer waters but emotions are a funny thing. They're like oils on glass you can't fucking scrub clean. So anyway, it's been hard to convey an authentic answer to "how are you" and harder still trying to interpret what that means. I recently became quite upset which translated to anger and quickly escalated to some kind of pompous feeling of injustice but it seems now, that I've slowed and thought and really pushed myself against my slimy complaints that I realise I was wrong. My injustices were correct but insignificant in the scope of happenings. You don't have to be wrong to be wrong. My anger was unnecessary. My emotions, misdirected. I think what we need to realise is that when a person suddenly acts unreasonable or strangely menacing to the comfort that usually cuddles your relationship, our first reaction may be negative but our second begs for more thought. Sometimes this unreasonableness is a call for help, a signal of loneliness or a way of escape. Sometimes this comes from the most unlikely person. But it's important to recognise these things because no one is ever that strong and instead of hearing "you're selfish" and springing up your defence shield, maybe what we need to do is simply to keep listening to hear a surprising "I need you". Maybe that so called negativity should be forgiven and understood instead. It isn't every day we're given choices or even opportunities to prove to our loved ones how much we care and will show that care. It isn't something we can always learn from experience. But it is important to seize those moments, expand our hearts and to show that even though we might not know how, we will anyway. That simple phrase, it's the thought that counts, is all it is. So this year will be one in which I stop escaping my problems at home and support my family. It's the bed I sleep in, the voices I hear all day and the people who try their best to support me, who know I love kale so they buy me bouquets of it, who listen to my complaints and solve my problems, who take blame for the bad things that happen to me and who see me in my most ugly state of uncaring, uninhibitedly shameless me yet still love me. It is family at the heel of my every step and family where I park my car and rest. These things that matter, there are many, but in this present moment I feel nothing more significant than the desire to be with my family this year. I will be present, I will share, I will be patient, I will love. 

e.g. life

it's a very funny thing to be informed of someone dying. things become systematic, logical, factual. i called work, i took a shower, i cancelled my dinner plans, i turned on my laptop, i didn't know what to do with my hands. i remember reading an article on the psychology of suicide notes and how real ones repeat mundane facts like 'please feed my cat at 3pm' rather than 'i miss and love you'. death, like anything, is easier dealt with when divorced from emotion. 

it feels like any other morning yet it feels inappropriate to continue watching sex and the city or to scroll mindlessly on facebook. i've never lost anyone before. i've never felt what it is to hear my own mother dearest cry like that. it isn't as though i'm unfamiliar with death, it's that death has never been relevant to me. i booked flights to china. i'm not going. i tried to talk to mum about things but when i went into her room she was googling appropriate funeral wear on her ipad so i sat on the bed and helped her pick a black dress for a winter day. i continued to sit there, watching her wipe down benches, sweep the floors, take out the trash, do the laundry and despite all the noise, we both felt the quiet. "do you want to lie down?" "no". she was struggling to be busy which was just like her father to do. he never understood rest; he was childlike, excitable and full of ways to make the toughest teeth laugh. he was straight like a mean bullet and never depended on anything/body except the cigarettes he swapped for sugar. i've never met anyone so full of quirks, soft drinks and ice cream. 

i whipped up a green smoothie and for once, mum didn't complain and drank it all. dad came home and they went out to buy last minute things, they returned with bags stuffed with food for my brother and i, tim tams, emu oil and 14 blocks of butter. did you know butter is terribly expensive in beijing? i packed it away. i packed mum's luggage too because i like doing it and mum was crying again because my grandma messaged her that she missed her. after that mum told me her eyes hurt but i know it isn't her eyes. i wish i had eyedrops to soothe her stings, or the ability to stop tearing every time i look at her. 

lao ye,
i won't say rest in peace. instead, i hope your departure felt warm and with love, i hope the sugar you consumed so ridiculously had seeped into the marrow of your bones and left you feeling nothing but sweetness. for everyone who's path you came tumbling into, you brought laughter so breathless, so unique. my skin's been burned twice in my existence, once from your cigarette, once from your cooking. one scar remains on my left hand, and with that hand i'll never deny a chance to seize opportunity for laughter, change and strength in the way you did. thank you for being a great example of a life lived, thank you for having being part of my life. i love you. 

Louis.

 “I’m bored” is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless, it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say “I’m bored.”

- Louis CK.

I fucking love everything that comes out of this man's mouth, chewed up cinnabon bits included.

settle, petal

Today's air was thick and the water running from the tap strangely warm. I had a relaxing day. I scrubbed myself with spirulina and honey, I drank my cocktail of veges mindfully, I ran without music, I spent time with family and I melted away into a book. I like to commit to a book intensely so it's hard when I want to read but aren't quite collected enough to propel myself as much as I'd prefer, so that's why I haven't read as much this year. The last couple of days I finally feel a little more settled. So caught up in the fierce, dominating mentality of the fitness disposition I've been harping on about, I've completely neglected the gentle side of a book, a lit candle and a mind ready to surrender. It feels good to be back. 

"I grew bewildered: who was talking? about what? and to whom?My mother had disappeared; not a smile or trace of complicity. I was an exile. And then I did not recognize the language. Where did she get her confidence? After a moment, I realized: it was the book that was talking. Sentences emerged that frightened me: they were like real centipedes; they swarmed with syllables and letters, span out their diphthongs and made their double consonants hum; fluting, nasal, broken up with sighs and pauses, rich in unknown words, they were in love with themselves and their meanderings and had no time for me: sometimes they disappeared before I could understand them; at others, I had understood in advance and they went rolling on nobly towards their end without sparing me a comma. These words were obviously not meant for me. The tale itself was in its Sunday best: the woodcutter, the woodcutter's wife and the daughters, the fairy, all those little people, our fellow-creatures, had acquired majesty; their rags were magnificently described, words left their mark on objects, transforming actions into rituals and events into ceremonies."

- Words, Jean Paul Sartre

ground.

what a crazy few months; it's been a time impregnated with a physical return to my routine of busy days but i've been falling and rising on an internal roller coaster every day. few months ago america made me realise how much of my health i take for granted. like a biological lotto we inherit just through the right of being born, my days had become a blur of substance abuse, lack of sleep, inconsistency and imbalance, and complete lack of conscious thought. for someone always boasting (albeit quietly) on about my sense of self, i sure had been ignorant with health. sure i was vegetarian (though that's no representation of health at all) and ate salads for days but i wasn't particularly partial to demanding physical exercise (try telling 2012 jess to go to the gym everyday) and had enough to organise let alone my sleep and diet; those things will take care of themselves was always my natural path of thought; 'you seem healthy, you'll be fine!'. so things started to unfold once i started giving a shit, the domino effect tumbled and my entire basis of existing seemed to be at fault. my diet wasn't terrible but not brilliant, how was i supposed to cram maca, macqui, spirulina, chlorophyll, acai, camu, cacao and all other superfood goddesses all in the one smoothie? how was i supposed to create regular sleeping times when work and uni got in the way, how was i supposed to motivate myself to wake up early just to sit there, think positive thoughts and practice self-love? when would i have time to do not just weight training but yoga, cardio, relaxing walks and any other kind of movement? how can i have the muscles of a macro counter, flexibility of a yogi and mindset of a nutritionist all at once?

what the frickety frack is health and what's the organic, refined sugar, gluten, dairy and artificial additive free recipe for it? 

it's been the most tiring journey ever but i'm finally being responsible for what's entering my body. my immune system has crashed, my skin become a toxin wasteland, my energy levels ride an elevator from experiment to experiment, my hormones seem to have hormones of their own and i honestly can say i might be happier not being aware of how metabolism works, why yellow #5 is shit and spending that extra 10 minutes scrubbing myself with a body brush every time i'm desperate for a quick shower...but happy only in ignorance and well, that doesn't really count. i'm a skeptic so when i hear these amazing benefits that will heal, replenish and nourish...at the end of the day all i'm wondering is do i feel great cause of the green smoothie swishing about my insides or cause i realised my undies match my bra today? the answer is i don't know. my health has always been on the alright side and so the comparable context doesn't provide enough of a contrast but what i can say is that these days i'm addicted to the pheromones rush after exercise, my energy levels could squat heavy if they wanted and my minds constantly being cut open like a ripe watermelon (and there's just no feeling like wave jumping through new info and philosophies). i'm like an open-mouthed child gobbling and trying to chew my way to understanding. learning about the body is endlessly fascinating and we're all our own health experiments in the making.

so as i munch on kale chips and think about how great they'd be paired with some czech beer, i can't help but wonder how far ahead i'll find some way of moving toward health that feels healthy and becomes as naturally integrated into my life as my new cranberry, coconut and lime candle. all i know is that this is pretty dang tough and rips you apart again and again, but i've decided too many yesterdays ago to abandon any chance of feeling better/better than better from my insides. determined for health and defining it not as a matter of willpower but self-love.  

Stricken.

Excerpts of young people's voices across Sydney:

"I saw a dry and dead environment.. The beaches and the air were destroyed by pollution and people were dying fast...There were guns and fighting going on all over the world. Most people were poverty stricked and were forced to live on the streets... The world to me wouldn't be worth living in..."
- Craig, 15

"I see the environment in the future as a false representation of the real thing...Forests that have been knocked down are made into forests of fibre glass and cement"
- Anthony, 16 

"no trees...all grey...smog...pollution...unhappiness..false love...Discontent between families.. Very rich people. ...Famine takes hold of unlucky poor people. ...Robotics... Polluted water and air...Pure water and oxygen for sale..War....No more world."
- Michelle, 16

Voice like honey.

'Home'(Michael Bublé)

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
And let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home