A Place to BeginBetween travels and constant exertion while attempting reconditioning from hip surgery, I needed a change of scenery. Max flew over into Zürich, scenery changed, and we headed to France. This was post Adelboden GS. Years plagued with little injuries seemed to reach a pinnacle with those few days in La Clusaz. Some people like pain, its almost like they need it to feel again. Feeling can peak out anywhere. Breathing, keep breathing, Max was under one arm reminding me of the tonic while my other arm was hugging a tree. This happened. My healing process has been with the help of those around me. Lengths of suppression. Ski harder and get more? I told myself, as I lay a little less drugged than I would have liked, keep feeling and don’t stop. I punched a window, glad it didn’t break. Felt that later. At times I feel a disconnection between my hip and my foot. Sitting there in a situation that became familiar so incredibly quickly it was as if I had been there before, feeling the way my wobbly leg would cramp upon itself to try and straighten. Never have I flexed that hard before let alone involuntarily, but damn let up muscles the bone is a little too displaced to realign. A new perspective on space achieved from a retreating mind into the whirling darkness of a damaged structural beam. Its so conscience grabbingly dark. Yo! Did my heart just slow so much that I stalled out? These drugs are heavy. Lucidly dreaming in a eerie screwed up fashion. A hospital room in Annecy, France is with tall ceilings and white walls. Matthias Giraud knows what I am talking about. Congrats on the birth of your child.