Easter, Willing Your Heart to Rising Anew, etc.

In which we hope you master the machine and yourself become a new one in the process.

🐰 Happy Easter!

🏍️ During the pandemic, I had friends send me letters that I in turn shared online. One was from Amber, who wrote about learning to ride a motorcycle and willing your heart to find a way to rise anew, still as excellent an Easter Sunday sentiment as the day I posted it five years ago.

“As you become more proficient, your body becomes a wiser machine, your core and legs and arms coiling in unison with your brain. It purrs somewhere, maybe in your lizard brain(?), and hums its way throughout. The chaos and the order and the science and adrenaline of it all make me swoon just writing about it.

When I started to learn this in my body, not just reading about it–and for fuckle’s sake not sitting behind someone on a bike–I was so excited. I grinned with such uncool obvious goony glee: publicly, goofily, unmistakably joyful in that early mastery. I love that feeling–beginning to viscerally know something challenging that took an investment and a measure of discomfort and bravery…

I wish you the giddy joy of new mastery of something thrilling and difficult. I hope you become a new machine. And I’d love to hear about it.”

❤️ Keep the Hoping Machine running—the one that propels the whole dang earth, and the one in yourself, too.

Love,

Luke