There’s an organic beauty to the Patriots play. It’s awkward trying to illuminate this sense. At times it feels holy. How else can organisms come back from unfathomable odds? (Keep it in context, Manda.)

And I don’t think I’m speaking from the privileged place of living in the Six Super Bowl Championships Realm. It’s more ogling the beauty of inner and outer form and movement of humans. There’s a palpable flow when the Pats move into their cosmic YES – assuredly coming from hours and hours of diligent, mindful, scrupulous planning, training, practice and execution. 

Those moments are wonders to behold – prompting me to tap toward my own cosmic YES.