A Journal of Movement
Talk is cheap, and the only true way to measure a man is by his actions. But there is a connection between one’s thoughts, words, and deeds that ultimately, I believe, begins with the word. Just what that connection is, and how far it can take us, however, is something I’m still struggling to discover, something, ironically enough, I’m still not positive it’s actually possible to explain with speech. But I can try.
Sometimes it takes a while for things to sink in. Often times you realize the way as it unfolds. The last month of my life has been an incredibly trans formative time, but the lessons and insights are lost in time. To retrieve them requires quiet contemplation and presence, things that have been sacred but scarce for me recently. Over the last month I’ve moved from the east coast by plane, lived in cities, embarked on what was essentially a bicycle powered vision quest, been thrust back into the world of professionalism and academia, then raced off to the desert to shred a motor-less dirt bike. It’s been wild and crazy ride to say the least. Continue reading “Return, Reload, Absorb…”