Yesterday’s bike ride — a treat to myself. West toward Bacchus highway (it’s 2 miles). Then south toward Rio Tinto Mine (another 1.5 miles). Most of this is slow climb. PS: I’m slow and steady on a bike; not at all speedy and sprinty. Then a slight coast down to the mouth of Butterfield Canyon (.5 miles). Then west again, and up until I’m ready to stop (2 miles). More slow and steady. There’s no finish line. Just the enjoying.
Looks like the pictures above. All on a paved road. Total climb is about 1,000 feet. An hour to get there. What joy. Breath. And enough challenge to be a challenge.
A pause to take in the creek and the mountainside. Eat the banana and orange that I brought. Sip some water.
The return is pretty easy peasy. 30 minutes. Mostly a coast. Saw a Wild Turkey. I’m reminded.
Be still.
In heart.
In belly.
Just ride.
Just move.
So much flows from there.
I listened to Ian McGilchrist and Mark Vernon a bit (thx Marshall). They talk William Blake.
“We have imagination. True.
Imagination also has us.
What if the world weren’t harsh and random,
but rather kind and patterned?”
So. Yah. Riding. Moving. Imagination having me. Pretty good to carry into the patterned day.
