Sacred Cycling

Metta to the Editor

A few days ago, the temperatures here in southwestern Pennsylvania reached and hovered around 50 degrees Fahrenheit for a whole afternoon.  I couldn’t help myself.  I had to get out and pedal!  I chose to jump on a rail trail not far from home.  I knew it would most likely be muddy and messy.  And, would probably be teeming with …

Metta to the Editor Read More »

Icicle Bicycle, Pocket Poem #9

Brightly gleaming ice falls liningthe cliffs on this morning’s ride.Glistening, fresh, freezing wind whipping.I am alive. I am alive. I am alive! Invigorated and absorbed,Seven doesn’t skip a stroke,we move mightily and meticulouslyas the road continues to slope. Upward we ramble,twisting tenaciously through the trees,hearing ice crack, frozen bubbles bang,as the forest frostily breathes. I …

Icicle Bicycle, Pocket Poem #9 Read More »

RIP Queen Elizabeth II

Let us not take ourselves too seriously. None of us has a monopoly on wisdom. ~Queen Elizabeth II The path, of course, is not always smooth, and may at times this year have felt quite bumpy, but small steps can make a world of difference. ~Queen Elizabeth II

Pocket Poem #8

“Enough” “These few words are enough, if not these words, this breath…If not this breath, this sittingthis opening to the life we have refusedagain and again until now. Until now. In this moment of epiphanythis opening to the life we have refusedagain and againuntil NOW.” by David Whyte

Pocket Poem #7: August 12, 1995

For my love. We thought the earthremembered us, shetook us back so tenderly, arrangingher dark skirts, her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds. We sleptas never before, stoneson the riverbed, nothingbetween us and the white fire of the starsbut our thoughts, and they floatedlight as moths among the branchesof the perfect trees. All nightWe heard the …

Pocket Poem #7: August 12, 1995 Read More »