Episode 18: Life as a dynamic, intuitive jungle dance with the universe

Hey Jacob, Hi Scott

In this conversation, Jacob and Scott talk about the importance of choosing yourself over the expectations of others, and the challenges of other people’s opinions and projections when you make choices that align with your truth. They discuss the importance of listening and allowing, rather than trying to force certain narratives or feeling bound to old stories. How can we be more fluid than constricted in our day-to-day experiences? What happens when we consciously consider our well-being in all the choices we make, even and especially in environments that don’t naturally consider our well-being? The friends remind us all that when you honor your truth, and trust in its guidance, you will be led to something (many things) beautiful.

Readings:

From Silent Spring, by Rachel Carson

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”

A Little Bit of Everything, by Dawes

With his back against the San Francisco traffic,

On the bridges side that faces towards the jail,

Setting out to join a demographic,

He hoists his first leg up over the rail.

And a phone call is made,

Police cars show up quickly.

The sergeant slams his passenger door.

He says, 'Hey son why don't you talk through this with me,

Just tell me what you're doing it for.’

'Oh, it's a little bit of everything,

It's the mountains,

It's the fog,

It's the news at six o'clock,

It's the death of my first dog,

It's the angels up above me,

It's the song that they don't sing,

It's a little bit of everything.’

An older man stands in a buffet line,

He is smiling and holding out his plate,

And the further he looks back into his timeline,

That hard road always had led him to today,

And making up for when his bright future had left him,

Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,

And letting everything out once, His server asks him,

Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?

I want a little bit of everything,

The biscuits and the beans,

Whatever helps me to forget about

The things that brought me to my knees,

So pile on those mashed potatoes,

And an extra chicken wing,

I'm having a little bit of everything.

Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,

To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,

Her man says, 'Baby, can I make an observation?

You don't seem to be having any fun at all.'

She said, 'You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,

And rest assured that this is making me feel good,

I think that love is so much easier than you realize,

If you can give yourself to someone,

Then you should.

'Cause it's a little bit of everything,

The way you choke, the way you ache,

It is waking up before you,

So I can watch you as you wake.

So in the day in late September,

It's not some stupid little ring,

I'm giving a little bit of everything.

Oh, it's a little bit of everything,

It's the matador and the bull,

It's the suggested daily dosage,

It is the red moon when it's full.

All these psychics and these doctors,

They're all right and they're all wrong,

It's like trying to make out every word,

When they should simply hum along,

It's not some message written in the dark,

Or some truth that no one's seen,

It's a little bit of everything.