To Mom My mother, Helen, died over two weeks ago. And, by the time this entry posts, it will be my birthday, my first birthday without her. I began sitting with Ross Gay’s poetry a few days ago, and as my cycling season begins–a little late this year–I will begin it with this poem in …
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 …
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 …
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
“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