(The) Big Sur is my favorite place on earth. It feels like home but without the nostalgic testament of time passing. An impersonal yet wholly personal experience. A familiar feeling—-a needed moodiness. A space for thought.
Time is weird. It is happening too quickly, I wasn’t aware of it moving so fast until I got to 2011. Since then, it’s been this push-pull of grasping what it really means.
Listening to old albums, driving north on the 1– remembering the dark roads home. A cold night sky spangled with stars, the sunroof open and the heated seats on high some December evening, ten years ago. Looking up— trying to grasp all of this life- unaware of the undercurrent that is time. Do you remember the smell of your first car? It’s like stretching a muscle– cleaning out the cobwebs in my memory– making sure that the camera in my mind isn’t faulty. That is what I love about Big Sur– I’m sure it inevitably changes, but the feelings I associate with being there, don’t. I’ve been to Big Sur a few times, some years apart, and the log I once sat on and watched the sunset years ago is still there, seemingly untouched. I’m not saying I’m not in favor of change, I’m just saying I’ve realized that places I’ve lived or spent a great amount of time in, exist as it was last seen in my memory– and that isn’t reality. We think we know these places, but street names fade and new venues open. Ultimately leaving you to rediscover a familiar place. But that isn’t the case in Big Sur. Big sur, for me, is always so familiar and I find something about it so inspiring. The weathered charm, the favorite turn-offs, the board games at Big Sur Tap House, the lack of cell service… UNPLUG <3 The forces of time seemed to have stopped some years ago yet inevitably, change is everywhere.
Where should you stay? This fall I will be kicking off a series of posts dedicated to my favorite place– giving you the low down all on things Big Sur.
When we say things like, “People don’t change!” it drives scientists crazy because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy. Matter. It’s always changing, morphing, merging, growing, & dying. It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural. The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing despite every scientific indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change that’s up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again.