I arrived on the Isle of Man at the beginning of 2020 already carrying the damage of a life lived in full contact.
Years of martial arts, teaching, striving, and pushing through had left their mark: physically, neurologically, and existentially. The life I had built around movement and mastery had begun to unravel, and for a while I no longer knew who I was without it.
So I did the only thing I could still do: I walked.
I began taking notes. First small reflections, then questions, memories, fragments of philosophy, and simple walking practices. Eventually, those fragments became this book.