today would have been the 45th birthday of one of the biggest influences on me, my athletic practices, my mindfulness practice, and this business. though his candle snuffed out the moment of a full moon many years ago i like to take these days of equal standing to remember the man with me in this picture.
he was funny, hard-working, persnickety, strong, intelligent, and flawed - flawed deeply like all of us are. it was on the expedition pictured here that our conversations planted the first tiny seeds of what has now become my pregnant athlete work. it makes me proud knowing i continue to build on the knowledge about ultra endurance that we began together.
like I told my closest friend this evening: he has become the last drops of endurance in my legs, the wise hesitation on a climb, the safety practices when I’m rope soloing, and the sonorous voice i use when I chant. just as I have been gifted the opportunity of being a useful conduit for life entering the world, so too I have been for life leaving. what a good life I have.
💠tayata om bekhadze bekhadze maha bekhadze radza samudgate soha💠