Earning Points (Punkty) Western National Parks Inspired Reflections on Life
My sister, Mama and I invent Punkty game (Points in English) While exploring south-western national parks Following our agreed-upon rules for a Month-long journey together: No air-conditioning in the car No hotels Camping every night No planning
My sister is about 13 I’m 23 Mama is ageless
We spend all day and all night Of that month Together
Hiking and singing and laughing Oh do we laugh at everything We scream on one breath As we drive over bridges And we earn punkty
Punkty are assigned randomly There is no formal framework Sometimes an action earns one punkt Sometimes the same action earns many Sometimes punkty are taken away None of us keep track Yet we play the game non stop It doesn’t matter who wins It’s about playing
We chant: PUNKTY – PUNK-TY!
It is so hot that summer That at a gas station in the middle of New Mexico My plastic nalgene bottle Shatters like thin glass when I fill it with ice water and drop it Punkty earned there Making the impossible possible Always earns more punkty
We arrive regularly to The last remaining camping site At many camp grounds Punkty earned
We make a game of everything We earn punkty for eating too fast We earn punkty for reaching the “no pets” sign first We earn punkty because why not Isn’t that what life is all about Earning punkty?
There was a period of my life Especially after 9/11 When I decided to Earn punkty in the proper way As proper Americans do In modern America I earned degree after degree I worked endless hours
I bought a house and a car and a sofa When I bought my king-sized bed I thought of the months of travel that the cash Could have supported But I was buying into What I decided was the proper punkty system
I continued to earn my punkty Getting awards and grants Adopting dogs and cats Marrying a kind man Investing all my energy Into doing, doing, doing
Yet the satisfaction of the punkty Slowed and slowed and slowed Until I would find myself curled up in bed For days Not moving Not knowing what else to do
I slowly realize That I am playing someone Else’s game This isn’t my game I don’t care if my lawn is green and mowed I don’t care if my car is the newest model And I can’t put up with one more conversation About what doesn’t seem to matter to any of us Yet we can’t figure out what else to discuss
One evening I discover Stuff White People Like.com It’s a hip analysis of the emptiness Of my educated, white, previleged Social class When I first start reading I laugh and laugh Wow – so right on The writer is brilliant! And then I want to cry
Is this the fucking game that I bought into? Is this what my life game is all about? Going to the right gatherings in the hip new scarf? Travels to exotic locations and lists of doing? Constant anxiety about how else to fill up time As one can’t pause for even a moment Pauses are not allowed Pauses may allow a realization That this is all empty So no pause, no pause, no pause
Earn punkty as everyone else seems to be doing
Deep down I had never fully bought into that game But I reached a point where I wanted to try it Could I own a house? Could I live in animated stability? Could I appear like other humans? Sure We all have choices
I read Eat, Pray, Love See her in my mind’s eye In her beautiful home sobbing I then see myself In my beautiful home sobbing What other games are out there? How else can I decide to earn punkty?
I’d always lived on the edges of systems Always searched for something deeper How did someone like I Lodge herself into a system That really doesn’t match me? How can someone like I Create something else?
So one night I chose to end that game And begin a new one New set of punkty New set of challenges Everything else needed wiping
How does one wipe away a life? Simple Wipe it away
Endless examples throughout history If you need a guide Pick one Otherwise Simply wipe what no longer fits
I am at burning man Walking alone deep in the desert under a full moon When I hear her say “Your marriage is over.” How does one resist the moon? She has been following me my whole life So I listen to my moon, my stalker, my lover And by ending my happy marriage I end an entire game
I leave behind my king-sized bed My house with too many rooms My flexible and awesome job My loving husband My beautiful furry kids And I do what I know I have to do
I begin to return To playing my own game To creating my own rules To crafting my own moments
I think of my real life now I have no home to return to I have no job to return to I have nothing to return to And therefore I simply am Flowing through my days Being with whomever arrives Being with myself
My punkty earning continues Punkty for musing projects into birth Punkty for holding space Punkty for rituals and pages of words Punky for making the impossible possible Punkty in this game That is mine
That is my authentic game That is crafting my authentic life That is crafting my authentic me
In these punkty games that we all choose to play We all need to remember That we are choosing our games There are endless different games to play Which ones are making our planet feel loved? Which ones are making souls feel loved? Which games fit who we know ourselves to be At the deepest levels within ourselves?
I invite you all To look at all that you do As the games that you are choosing to play Are not real You’re the one who decides they are real You’re the one who decides how to play You’re the one who will grant and take away Meaningless Points And you’re the one who decides That the points have meaning
When you lie on your deathbed Taking your last gasps of air What games will you remember? What games really matter? What really matters when you lie dying?
If I told you tomorrow all will change Which games would you consider changing? Which games will you change NOW?
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