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Fellow people, Sometimes it’s just too much. Too big and beautiful. Too tragic and sentimental. Too perfect. Where ends and beginnings meet, ups and downs become circles, and circles become wheels upon which Capital-E Everything rolls. Like a waterfall cascading in slow motion, all is apprehended as effortlessly as it is lost. For a moment I am cracked open, splayed out, and lay soaked in the mist. Creation rises, falls, rings, sparkles, and dances among the abyss. I wrote those words trying to describe flying home yesterday. Taking off from Raleigh, Raleigh, North Carolina on New Years Day, my thirty-second birthday, after a supremely inspiring weekend soak in the experiential artistry of the Between2Clouds crew and the whole of December before that in a lively little Ecuadorian beach town, where said crew and eight other amigos gathered at my favorite hostel on Earth to live, work, surf, dance, philosophize, do yoga, ride rusting beach cruiser bicycles, swim with sea lions in the Pacific while accidentally on psychedelics, and feast on cheap delicious rotisserie chicken meals… and being witness to the beauty, triumph, and strife in each of their lives, and my own, and having just left all that behind, and remembering all I was returning to… and the clouds out the window, above at first, that we flew through, and then far, far above… I was wide open and felt it all like the universe in apprehension of itself. Then today. A sleep deprived ten hours of work. Laundry. Multiple failed attempts to begin paying health insurance bills. Then tonight. The sky clear, the big picture intact. My favorite guitarist is very wise. He has this great song that ends: Up and down and that's how energy stays alive
Up and down and that's how energy stays alive
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Wouldn't have it any other way I think he’s right and wouldn’t either. To another lap around the sun! With love and stoke, Ethan
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