My heart longs for pastoral beauty, for simplicity and a respect for the natural order of life. We feel so lucky to have been able to meet so many people around the world who have been so generous to have been our teachers, opening our eyes to the beautiful, amazing ways lives can be lived, with a reverence for life, death, and the planet we live on. This shot was taken at the reindeer camp of the Dukha tribe in northern Mongolia, one of the many places around the world where these values were iterated to us, this respect for life, death, and the earth that holds us all.
What I just can’t process is this senseless tragedy, this complete and utter disruption of the natural order, this lack of respect for life or death. My heart aches for my home country, the place I feel most scared to walk around in knowing that I could go to a music festival, a movie theater, or to work, and hear bullets flying. Last February, bullets rained down on my very own high school, making it the site of the deadliest high school shooting in American history. Last night, yet another shooting was added to the list, at the Borderline Bar in Thousand Oaks, California where my friends and I have made utter fools of ourselves trying to line dance—I remember fumbling my feet and grabbing onto my best friend’s arms with my hands sticky from cheap PBRs, cackling in laughter—and then, over my memory I overlay the *pop* *pop* sound described in the articles, the stampede of kids running for survival. I imagine the complete and utter terror the attendees that night must’ve felt. I feel distraught for the victims and the survivors. I feel despondent.
But through the tears, I feel love. SO much love for the people I hold dearest. The fear of losing them is so powerful I can’t even bear it. If there’s any lesson that I can take away from something so senselessly tragic, it’s this: Hold your loved ones tight, and never miss an opportunity to tell them how you feel. Appreciate this wonderful life, this magnificent planet, every second and every inch 💕