04/06/2026
âRelief. Thatâs the feeling coming back from injury, jumping back on
that handsome horse called Zeolite. After months of overthinking and
overanalysing my past behaviour, my mistakes, my safety, my this, my
that - Iâm lying in my harness, climbing high, then choosing a
direction - let it be the Dolomiti, we decided in an eye blink - so
point the Zeo that way, push the bar, hold the Bâs, and glide into the
distance, and the overthinking dissolves into the background and fades
behind my back like bokeh as we glide away, and the âIâ is gone - I
dissolve into the air like a tea bag into water, and all thatâs left
is flow.
An hour and a half is what I needed to calm myself and reconnect - to
my gear and to the air. Gliding with my friend Jerry (pictured on the
purple Enzo) to the Dolomiti and back - a modest 100km out-and-return
flight for my body, an unquantifiable but major return flight for my
soul.
So the months of stress are gone within an afternoon, replaced by
hunger for some kilometres - the days are long now, so letâs go eat.â
Good to have you back!
