Consecutive Days Riding: 18 Consecutive Days Blogging: 19
Today’s Mileage: 12 Total Trip Mileage: 181
As I set the wheel spinning today I am thankful for the physical component of this pilgrimage. A combination of a grueling day at work and continued computer problems have left me feeling a bit like a mental zombie! We all have such days, when just maintaining a balance seems to be all we can do. It’s nice that my legs know what to do on the bike, they keep racing ahead pulling my mind along like some jacket draped over the back of the seat, fluttering in the tailwind!
As I sat down at my bike I grabbed a book of my early poetry. It’s sometimes useful to look back over our previous thoughts and emotions. It’s intriguing and humbling to read words of past joys and struggles, and recognize how they can reach forward to touch and soothe us today. So for todays ride I am going to share a few of these poems. I hope you enjoy them, they calm my mind as my legs spin the wheel and we travel down the virtual road.
The following poems were all written as I took a series of walks twelve years ago along the small river and creeks that runs through my home town.
DO I cross at the widest point
islands of dark brown rock
form a bridge upon which to walk
Do I cross at the narrows
bordered by steep walls of rock
necessitating and airborne leap
Safety versus Risk
I ponder but a moment
then I leap!
Cherish and Share
The end of another walk
begs the questions
“How many more will there be?”
That is not for me to know.
Perhaps there will be one more,
perhaps dozens or hundreds,
or perhaps this was my last.
If it is then it was a good one!
For the sun warmed me,
the breeze cooled me,
and the birds sang a symphony.
I spread thistle seed to the wind,
I saw new life in young goslings,
I saw Spring’s passion in muskrat lovers.
I saw the union of earth, water, and sun
in Spring’s bright green growth.
I saw death in skeletal tree remains,
and ants bearing carcasses.
I saw in death a giving
of the sustenance for new life.
I hope there will be many more walks,
but the number of days I have left
is not my choice to choose.
All I can do is enjoy the days I’m given
cherish and share them
through images and words
Even on a walk on a beautiful day, the voices from our past can bear the familiar signs of struggles, of sadness and pain. Situations change, new places, new faces, an older body, but struggles may grip us and travel with us like clothing we just can’t bring ourselves to change.
Part of me says
write a poem
and part of me says
you hurt too much.
One day I’m on top of the world
full of joy
and the uplifting energy
The next I’m down
with a feeling of loss
I try too hard
to share my wisdom
when it is not
recognized, desired, or accepted.
I try out of concern
for another’s struggle.
I try out of a desire
to share what I have found.
But things can only be given
when there is a willingness to receive!
I hope you have enjoyed the words from my past. The combination of the exercise of riding and words have helped me rebalance and readied me to face a new day.