My dad called and told us to wake up. ⚡

Yesterday, washing dishes in the kitchen, I said to myself:

Ah, I should call Dad today.

It was an unmooring thought, actually,

because he passed away three years and one month ago.

How extraordinary:

to know someone so deeply, so integrally.

To love someone so thoroughly that even when they're gone,

they're here.

What a reminder:

that nothing is promised,

that our bodies are ephemeral things,

that we - the whole of us - are so much larger than life.

My dad lived like there was no tomorrow,

(until, for his body, there wasn't)

and when I re-member him,

when I bring him back in my head and heart,

I'm called to exhort us all to take the chances,

make the moves,

do the things,

stop fucking playing it safe because this life is actually not safe

it is precious and wild and ours for the making.

So there you go.

Live.

Not a little.

A lot.

love,

Natalie