Planets align infrequently. Lives, less so often. Couple, three times in a lifetime. I mean like true connection and something that vaults you above the basic gestalt of the every day world. These times are magical and rife with learning opportunities. So cool to see one of my mentors and teachers keeping it real with the midget flying circus. We spent 5 hours on the bike course today. Digging. Hauling dirt. Building. Creating. And they were just killing it. So natural and so effortless. If I can take this inspiration from my son (and my yoga teacher - cue douche bag music) - to be easy on the bike (and in life) and to let things flow and to not push. Allow things to be what they are and not try to make them into things they are not. If I can learn this at all from watching him both ride and navigate the world - I will be a much wiser human, and in turn I would hope my minimal contribution to this world would be slightly meaningful. Namaste, Motherfuckers.