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Howdy yāall, This weekend my brother and I dove into the North Star, an exercise my wise and highly competent friend Oliver offered at WONDER WANDER 2021. The North Star is an exercise in envisioning the ideal for each of the pillars of your life. For example, my current pillars are: spirituality, creativity, wellness, adventure, giving, wealth, sanctuary, partner, family, and friends (you can choose your own). Basically, you ponder each pillar, write your envisioned ideal, and keep it all in a computer doc entitled āNorth Starā to be referenced and rewritten as needed, to help orient as you navigate life. While Iāve led a life of āfinding more than seekingā and observe that the creative force of the universe has a richer imagination than I as a singular human being ever could, the periodic check-in with my āNorth Starā is remarkably fruitful. Through rewriting three pillars this weekend (creativity, adventure, and sanctuary), I had a handful of insights, noticed my concept of āwhere I am in the arc of a lifeā move up a notch, and unlocked an energy and enthusiasm for a few particular creative potentials lying dormant within me. What shook me most, though, was a sentence I wrote back in 2020 in an article entitled 15 Ways to Surf Time that Oliver placed atop his North Star instructions: āIf you project into the future onto your deathbed you can realize that you would give just about anything to return to this moment.ā
The past few days, Iāve kept returning to this deathbed scenario⦠If my future self, a few breaths from my last, had the opportunity to return to right now, to this precise moment.. what would I feel⦠how would I act? I bet thereād be more wonder. More reverence for the incredulous circumstances conspiring to create this moment that we somehow make into mundane. I bet thereād be more love. Iād be running straight for all the people Iād lost along the way, howling with affection, tears, and snot, overwhelmed by the opportunity to connect once more after losing them forever. I bet thereād be less fear. With a deeper understanding that everything we get together must also fall apart, Iād probably fret less and float a whole lot more. Iāve found myself yearning to better align my perspective, values, and actions with this figurative back-from-the-edge-of-life Ethan. And as funny as this may sound, itās taken writing right up to here tonight to realize that I already am this Ethan! Sixteen years and half my lifetime ago, I was on my deathbed and returned to life as this person. The foundational first posts on this blog, like The Living Theory and In Memory of an Astronaut, just ring with the near-death realization, what a gift life is, and strive not to squander it. I think Iāve been haunted by that sentence all weekend because it touched something so fundamentally felt in me, that in the sixteen years since, has been somewhat patterned over by the experiences and pressures of life within a culture that lacks reverence for it. Anywho, I hope youāll forgive the diary entry direction of this letter as I rediscover myself, but Iām going to press send and make an offering of the spark within it. With love & stoke, Ethan
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