ONE YEAR LATER. Today is the one year anniversary of my riding accident, it also happens to be day 6 of my first round of Covid. Lately life feels like a slippery dance of spinning time and this past year let me in on some learnings that I resisted for so long: I can’t do everything on my own, I need support, I crave wildly funny, thoughtful, creative weirdos around me and my hunger for love is vast, deep and sometimes insatiable. But the biggest teaching has to be the one on forgiveness. Embarrassingly something I admit doesn’t come naturally to me. I’ve put in a lot of work here and have come to the profound realization that when I forgive myself first, it opens the floodgates for forgiving others. It’s a practice. This last year also had me feeling time moving in a way that I’ve never felt before: fast, slow, chaotic, static. All at once. I find myself wanting to catch it, preserve it, make it still. To fix it in its place. And the only reason I can uncover for this new desire to make time stand still is an immense and deep satisfaction with my life. Even when it’s so god damn hard and humbling, and a complete shit show. Which today admittedly was. But with love, conversation and compassion, I moved to the other side. The side that included dancing to Van Morrison’s Veedon Fleece in tears of joy because I can move my body and maybe even more importantly, the knowledge that I now have the skills and people that encourage me to get to the other side. Thank you sweet, changing and always forgiving form. And thank you for all who have been with me on this path. You know who you are. I love you. Now more than ever 🤍🤍🤍