Sacred Cycling

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 …

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Suffering While Cycling, Get a Grip

The cessation of suffering comes from letting go, but first you have to get a grip. ~ Thanissaro Bhikkhu On a sunny, warm Thursday afternoon, while pedaling through a neighborhood just outside of town, I experienced the “not-so-much.”  They were driving a large red Suburban, two kids sitting in the backseat, and a yellow lab sticking its …

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To Dad

Dear Dad, thank you for teaching me how to ride a bicycle, opening the road for my journey, and pointing me in the direction of true liberation. –Love, Julie, ’22

Pocket Poem #6

After posting “Taking Refuge in My Saddle” yesterday, I realized that the day, June 1, also signified the start of PRIDE month. As I reflected on “pride + pedaling,” especially against the backdrop of all that has taken place in just the last 24 hours—a shooting in Tulsa, Queen Elizabeth II’s Platinum Jubilee, and the publishing …

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