It goes without saying that we are all One; everything is everything and it isn’t; all the basic claims of the mystical traditions are true, but so what? What difference does it make in a world where people harm each other over trivial disagreements?
At the very least, it makes you appreciate everything just a little more, even if it makes you appreciate one thing most of all, but that’s harmless, too, just so long as you put your feet on the ground when doing so.
On a night you didn’t need your raingear for the first time in days, the ground was amusingly marsh-like; I found it hard to remember to watch where I stepped, but was glad for the opportunity to do so without getting soaked to the skin.
We talked of generosity and got to experience it; Joby pointed out that twenty dollars of mirth is money well spent and you can’t argue with success, although, of course, why would you?
Kevin Kevin asked me “What is the most beautiful thing you’ve seen this year?” and, while I haven’t witnessed anyone propose marriage to anyone else, I’d submit last night as a candidate. It began for me with a vertical slice of rainbow to the west as I was leaving school and continued all along the lake, south then north before the evening was done.
The unfamiliar direction along a familiar route reminds you to notice all the beauty that is usually at your back; you also get to raise your awareness of the terrain. It’s surprising how much shorter downhills are than uphills; nevertheless, they both benefit visually from bike lights snaking through their contrasting switchbacks and a majestic crossing of MLK to Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.”
When you lean against a tree, plenty more is possible; when you get there by bicycle, even more than that.
There is only the present if you can manage to be in the present; time disappears when you hold onto your breath and ride.
At the very least, it makes you appreciate everything just a little more, even if it makes you appreciate one thing most of all, but that’s harmless, too, just so long as you put your feet on the ground when doing so.
On a night you didn’t need your raingear for the first time in days, the ground was amusingly marsh-like; I found it hard to remember to watch where I stepped, but was glad for the opportunity to do so without getting soaked to the skin.
We talked of generosity and got to experience it; Joby pointed out that twenty dollars of mirth is money well spent and you can’t argue with success, although, of course, why would you?
Kevin Kevin asked me “What is the most beautiful thing you’ve seen this year?” and, while I haven’t witnessed anyone propose marriage to anyone else, I’d submit last night as a candidate. It began for me with a vertical slice of rainbow to the west as I was leaving school and continued all along the lake, south then north before the evening was done.
The unfamiliar direction along a familiar route reminds you to notice all the beauty that is usually at your back; you also get to raise your awareness of the terrain. It’s surprising how much shorter downhills are than uphills; nevertheless, they both benefit visually from bike lights snaking through their contrasting switchbacks and a majestic crossing of MLK to Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.”
When you lean against a tree, plenty more is possible; when you get there by bicycle, even more than that.
There is only the present if you can manage to be in the present; time disappears when you hold onto your breath and ride.
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