Friday morning. Sitting fireside. Feeling more hopeful than I have in a week. Sensing how long the road is in front of us. Mega healing and repair. Uncertainty. Despair. Exhaustion.
So many presidential elections under my belt…never have I felt like this. Closest memory is when my youthful exuberance suffered a head on collision with the landslide defeat of McGovern in 1972. Echoed by the shocking blindside four years ago.
But this. We arrived at 2020 already weakened by a multitude of increasingly numbing onslaughts peppering the previous three years. I don’t need to hash over all that’s come down since March. We are all wading through it on a daily basis. Dare we hope?
Waiting. Waiting with my loved ones. Waiting with you. Anchoring myself in the only ways I know. Deeply leaning into and fostering daily human connection. Practice on the mat, on the dance floor…especially with community. Cooking more than I ever have, from scratch every day. Obsessively tending my garden and yard. Walking the neighborhood, tracking the seasonal changes. Immersing in nature with regularity.
Since July I kept some of my energetic creative fires burning by designing a new website that includes this on line world. It finally rolled out last week. In twenty years, its probably my fifth site. Feels like the culmination of a lifetime of work that for maybe the first time fully represents who I am and the work I do in the world.
Maybe because for the first time that feels entirely clear to me. Inspired medicine through movement. Online and in person physical therapy, yoga and dance sessions for deep healing. In a nutshell. Please cruise around this easy to navigate landscape. Let me know what moves you. I sense that these next few months are going to continue to be challenging to bear. Somehow the burden is light when we are together.