I have been coming to this spot on this river for over 15 years, sometimes as regular as once a week. Several years ago the property changed hands and the new owner put up signs and a gate to keep people out. I tried to respect this, telling myself if I had a large tract of land and I wanted to keep people out I would want them to abide – and maybe understand. But I also know from the other side what a connection with a place can mean, so I wonder if I could ask that of other people. I have done my best. I think it’s been over a year since I have been here. Today I rode down and washed my face and hands in the river.
Woke up late.
I feel like the mice and I had come to a fairly reasonable understanding about our shared lease on the Bike Clubhouse. Then they hit the fun gear drawer. Shots fired, meeces.
Love me some Beau Miles.
Reading in coffee shops
“Thus you can throw yourself flat on the ground, stretched out upon Mother Earth, with the certain conviction that you are one with her and she with you. You are as firmly established, as invulnerable as she, indeed a thousand times firmer and more invulnerable. As surely as she will engulf you tomorrow, so surely will she bring you forth anew to striving and suffering. And not merely ‘some day’: now, today, every day she is bringing you forth, not once, but thousands upon thousands of times, just as every day she engulfs you a thousand times over. For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.” – Erwin Schrödinger
So my takeaway is that the cinnamon roll is me, I am the cinnamon roll, we are already one, so eating it changes nothing, really.
There’s only the present moment. The past and future don’t exist save in your insistence that they do. Buy the day-old cinnamon roll to go with your lunch. The Universe put it on the counter by the cash register for you to see.
All the News that’s Fit to Print
Some of you might be wondering, “After I go for an extended mixed-surface ride with my homie that involves several deep water crossings, how many pages from the Acadie Nouvelle do I use to dry out my shoes in the sun?”
The answer would be six. Three pages per shoe. No more, no less.
40k Hood Ride #dirtchvrch Edition
Ninth day in a row on this bike. Needs lube.
Today is the 6th day in the row I’ve gone for a ride. Was a time when I rode almost every day a lot. Recently it has been more challenging due to all kinds of life things – sometimes even including the motivation to go ride. The world is invariably better when I ride and ride often. It’s interesting to me that often it’s the hardest to do the things that we know are inherently good for us.