It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
I’ve been trying to remember what it was like to be a kid — to remember what I played at and imagined and loved. I want to see if the things I started out loving provide clues to how to bring those playful feelings (free, light, uninhibited, unworried about outcome, adaptable, unrestricted) back into my way too serious life.
I wanted to tell you about the team of horses I used to drive when I worked at Bunker Hills Stables. After spending 6 to 8 hours leading trail rides all day, the hay rides would begin. There were three teams to pull hay rides, but if I needed to drive one, I always got…
I saw this Pedigree brand commercial and started crying. Not because I felt “pity” for the shelter animals, but because I identified with them. “Maery’s not broken. She has simply experienced more life…” Too often I think my X broke something so deeply inside me that no matter how strong my will and my spirit…
Sunday, Steve and I went to the May Day parade, put on by The Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theatre. The parade started out with participants from the local Black Label Bike Club, plus many bicyclists simply showed up in the spirit of things. Then there was an impressive chain link float with…
It’s been a busy weekend. The weather has been too nice to spend very much time inside. I even took a swim in the pool! The water was 77 degrees, and I got a cramp in my foot as soon as I broke the surface, but it was still wonderful. I was hoping Sue would…
It’s funny how out in blogland, I always seem to run across a post that contains just the right touch of wisdom, the words that I need to hear to prompt me to look at things from a different viewpoint. Once again, such a post was found on Terri Windling’s blog and is called “The…
