UNPLUGGED: DESERT TRIP INDIO
Jillian is currently residing in her 1994 blue Chevy, "Cheby van Diego". She's probably out adventuring with her 7 year old lab and partner through the organized chaos, Brett, which she translates from Australian to "hot boy with great carpentry and kissing skills."
Rebel manifesto: "The road is life."
Favorite place offline: Strapped to a snowboard or covered in salty waves
Spirit animal: If Leslie Knope and Louis CK had a baby...and that baby liked tequila.
Favorite pre-internet hobby: Reading on my dad's deck near the beach, and eating.
I forgot my phone at Oldchella. Here's what happened.
"Nobody knows how loud your heart gets" -Lucius
Running with the pounding of the great speakers that surround the full roar of 100,000 humans.
Collectively riding a feeling, rooting for the old guys, the underdogs of these ageist times we thrive in.
I weave in and out of the crowd, both acutely aware and blissfully unconcerned of my social standings in this totemic hierarchy of red ropes, security checkpoints, and a plethora of colored wristband options and limitations.
My dirty suede boots that are beginning to tear abruptly stop in front of one of the five house-sized screens. I lift my messy-locks and am face to face with the image of a smiling Keith Richards.
I'm covered in chills.
I feel everything.
All of my heaviness turns to great, warm, wet, happy tears. They fall into my bare, sunburnt collarbone in grateful procession.
My hands are as empty as my pockets. In my excitement, I didn't bring a cold beer, a lighter, anything.
I didn't take my phone.
I simply was... there.
"I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie" .."
I think about all of the lives I've lived, and all of the moments we all accumulate. Where does it all go? How great a feeling to live a joyful few minutes, undocumented. Living only for myself.
I think of who could be standing next to me. My dad, who loves the Rolling Stones as much as he loves the Red Sox. My mom, the original wild horse. My friends, former lovers...
I quietly place every face I've loved in front of my eyes, scanning over each one like a Rolodex.
Bittersweet loneliness comes over me in one of the most alive moments my cells have felt in too long of a time.
"Hi, I love you, and I wish you could see this."
"Hi, I miss everything, and I wish you were here."
"Hi. I'm sorry for hurting you... and I hope you can feel this."
Send them love and light. And then LET GO.
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away..."
"we didn't sing it long
'Cos it's fading away
First the sun and then the moon
One of them will be round soon
Thank you, Stones.
With quiet gratitude,