Gita Matlock

Untamed Voyager

I used to believe that it must be hell to believe in hell. How sad to fear for the eternal damnation of our loved ones. Now I know it can be equally hard to believe in enlightenment. It’s a high bar to measure against. Some among us contort to fit a mold in the shapeContinue reading “Untamed Voyager”

Let Us Treasure Hunt

When life calls for change, who or what do you turn to for guidance? The ten question quiz? A psychic, a friend, a hero? Perhaps you are a card reader or a star gazer? We all seek answers outside. The impulse is so human, so vulnerable, so real. I find myself too floundering for certainty.Continue reading “Let Us Treasure Hunt”

Quarantine Apathy

As the rain pours and the evening draws to a close, I am swallowed by a prevailing sense of apathy that has grown for weeks in quarantine.

Lost and Found

I am a chameleon. I have been through so many personas in my short 39 years that it makes my head spin. In a pre-memoir exercise, I’ve been writing a stream of consciousness journal about my life to date. In the process, a stark pattern has become clear, I lose myself in friends and colleaguesContinue reading “Lost and Found”

Feel All the Feels

For much of my life I have received advice like: “Let your anger go. It only hurts you.” “Forgive those who hurt you.” “Release jealousy.” I am not saying this advice is wrong exactly, but it can be dangerous for me when I’m trying to grow personally and spiritually. The danger is that advice likeContinue reading “Feel All the Feels”

A Golden Ticket of Time

I have been furloughed from my job. I have been given the golden ticket of time to travel in the confines of my home and family, to the depths of my being in pandemic isolation.

Death in a Time of Pandemic

The coronavirus pandemic has brought our mortality into stark relief. Whether we are among those most vulnerable or not, death seems to be all around us. This is disturbing for even the most hearty among us. I was reflecting today how death and birth have so many parallels. Both can be beautiful and Divine, butContinue reading “Death in a Time of Pandemic”

Man in the Mask

Light and dark in my early life.

My Inside Wild

My wild is inside. It’s loud and big and deep. It screams at me when I don’t listen. It leads me into failure if I try to ignore it. It transforms me. I cannot ignore my wild, but because I don’t let it out often, my people don’t really know. They only see it from the outside. And because I don’t let it out, I am not my full expression in this life.