Here I sit, hand bandaged in gauze and cotton, temporarily sidelined and forcibly inactive.The slightest miscalculation and most seemingly insignificant accident and I’m left with a torn ligament in my thumb, and it’s resulting surgical repair.After another summer of movement and adventure, I anticipated returning to a relatively sedentary winter existence, one with an abundance of reflection and introspective time, but this is hardly what I expected.A sense of déjà-vu pervades as I re-live Liz’s recent injury and remind myself that life is full of surprises, their being good or bad depends entirely on perspective, which in turn itself relies upon your grasp of reality, your worldview and your version of sanity.So as I recline with the subdued awareness I will not be climbing for months, that my work and play in the mountains will be limited equally, I cannot help but feel excitement and optimism for the future, and know I might be a little insane for doing so.
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 →