I like to fly. Ungrounded, this mercurial mind will hip, hop, skip and otherwise free-associate itself into near oblivion before finding something solid to tether to. Daily, I confront the seemingly daunting task of supplying Mercury with something beyond a whim to do – meaningful, guided action that is focused to some end. This often results in several conversations with myself before the pen scribes; before the body obliges or I decide it’s time to eat. It shouldn’t be a surprise, then, that one of the continuously playing mantras in my life-lesson rotation is on the need to ground myself.

After over a decade, I don’t quite have it down. Still, I’ve had some intensely spiritual experiences while performing mundane tasks like push-ups. I’m serious: the act of physical exercise – really, any kind of physical movement can be utilized – is a most effective means for grounding. Often just 20-30 minutes after a workout, my state of consciousness is so vastly different, I can’t even remember what the problem or resistance to starting the workout was in the first place.