On bicycles and pooping

GUYS.

I just remembered something. On my bicycle.

I'm prone to get despondent about the state of the world. Sound familiar? Maybe I go there too often for my own well being, but it motivates me to do the work I do, so.

But ... BUT! Just now I rode my bicycle up the curvy leafy roads of the Berkeley hills and cold winds and wild gobbling turkeys and ocean views for miles, and I FOUND IT.

My body. It's here, still, breathing and feeling and sweating and being. I even pooped when I got home, it was awesome.

So, my strong recommendation: During these dark and challenging times, go find your body! Muchly! Oftenest! Do whatever it is that makes you feel it and sweat in it and dance it around like a fool and fling it in snowpiles and do silly-looking joint-busting yoga poses and poop from it and ache and squirm and

LIVE IN IT.

We all still have our bodies, and remembering that by actually FEELING them is divine nectar. Now, let me go find a drink before this adrenaline high wears off ...