There is this particular moment when driving my car when I gun it and you can feel the turbo and the gear shifts and the whole thing just opens and takes off.

I love it.

It’s my favorite feeling.

To fly.

It’s not lost on me when I almost committed suicide as a teenager that the choice for me was to jump. Off a big cliff. Good thing I didn’t and met God instead.

And my highest value is Freedom.

The unbuttoned pants after a big meal, letting it all hang out feeling.

It’s FLOW.

My body craves flow.

So for all my students who hate to go down let me explain something.

It is in the down that all power is generated.

It is in the down that we rejuvenate, allowing things to rot, ferment and the flesh to fall off the bone.

It is where we remineralize and rehydrate.

It’s where we parse through the roots to pull out the dead weeds.

And there is a moment where something big opens and things come back on line.

The first breath after being drowned.

The first crack of light.

And then another and another.

And in this place if you let go she will come barreling through like a freight train with more energy than you knew was possible.

Like a wild horse you get on and ride her.

It’s the hardest part of the cycle to master.

Because on one side this tight rope is spilling on the other gripping.

There is a particular place of riding as it you come around the turn and it all bursts open.

And in this moment…. You go.

This is my favorite part.

The best kind of pleasure.

It is my human’s preference.

To radiate like a hot ball of sun with a slick of stunning creation in my wake.

And in order to be able to enjoy it, I’ve had to learn to enjoy everything else.

The nourishment of the dark.

The patience of slowing to untangle every thread.

The mid air pause of slow motion chaos.

The grueling unpacking and unwinding of missed steps.

The one stone at a time building of foundation.

I love and appreciate each one.

And because of this, I get to spend more time with a rocket on my back and a magic wand in my hand.

Not to get or achieve it.

But to feel the limitless of my being.

Today.

After a series of openings like lights changing green one after another …

We are back.

Here we go.

There is this particular moment when driving my car when I gun it and you can feel the turbo and the gear shifts and the whole thing just opens and takes off.

I love it.

It’s my favorite feeling.

To fly.

It’s not lost on me when I almost committed suicide as a teenager that the choice for me was to jump. Off a big cliff. Good thing I didn’t and met God instead.

And my highest value is Freedom.

The unbuttoned pants after a big meal, letting it all hang out feeling.

It’s FLOW.

My body craves flow.

So for all my students who hate to go down let me explain something.

It is in the down that all power is generated.

It is in the down that we rejuvenate, allowing things to rot, ferment and the flesh to fall off the bone.

It is where we remineralize and rehydrate.

It’s where we parse through the roots to pull out the dead weeds.

And there is a moment where something big opens and things come back on line.

The first breath after being drowned.

The first crack of light.

And then another and another.

And in this place if you let go she will come barreling through like a freight train with more energy than you knew was possible.

Like a wild horse you get on and ride her.

It’s the hardest part of the cycle to master.

Because on one side this tight rope is spilling on the other gripping.

There is a particular place of riding as it you come around the turn and it all bursts open.

And in this moment…. You go.

This is my favorite part.

The best kind of pleasure.

It is my human’s preference.

To radiate like a hot ball of sun with a slick of stunning creation in my wake.

And in order to be able to enjoy it, I’ve had to learn to enjoy everything else.

The nourishment of the dark.

The patience of slowing to untangle every thread.

The mid air pause of slow motion chaos.

The grueling unpacking and unwinding of missed steps.

The one stone at a time building of foundation.

I love and appreciate each one.

And because of this, I get to spend more time with a rocket on my back and a magic wand in my hand.

Not to get or achieve it.

But to feel the limitless of my being.

Today.

After a series of openings like lights changing green one after another …

We are back.

Here we go.