Waking up in the Palm Springs desert, it was 60 and sunny. I sat on a bright turquoise outdoor couch. And yet in the mountains just above, I could see that it had snowed, casting juxtaposition like you’d never imagine. I think maybe this trip, my whole life, is about contrast. And realizing that’s not an issue or anything to correct. It’s just the grace of being human and a part of– it all.

It all– when every mile seems to reveal and yet compound me with more tasks and layers of myself left untended to. It all– when I’m tired of being this uncharted, of spending every moment of 3 months in the arena. It all– when everything is rewarding and glorious, when I’m in the turquoise couch sunshine. It all– when everyone supports me, when my home is everywhere just because kindness and generosity is too.

It all– in California itself. If there was ever any congruency in the dissonance between these cities, mountains, oceans and deserts– then I aspire to that be too. Complete in the contrast.

Moment of Gratitude: It all.