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Headwinds

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cardinals

I didn’t expect a difficult ride.

The trees weren’t blowing, I didn’t think there was a breeze. It was a sunny, happy morning.

So I headed north on the trail. The pedaling was hard. I dropped a gear. Still a struggle.

I mumbled, complaining about it the entire ride. Until the turn.

Heading south, I felt no wind at my back, but the ride was easy.

I saw the pair of cardinals, fluttering in their faithfulness.

The rabbits with their fuzzy faces full of grass, munching.

So many birds were singing.

Had I missed all this just moments before when I was riding north, complaining about unexpected struggles with my cycling?

Had I missed many other beautiful things in my life when I was in the middle of things not “going as planned?”

Probably.

Sky

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hiker at cliff's edge

I stood at the edge

of that high, high cliff

and saw the expanse of All.

I wanted to lean forward

and just fly – float- forever

so I could see everything that is offered.

Go into the Expanse that is not limited Self.

For a moment I imagined myself there.

Then I stepped back

to the grounding of the rocks and trees,

taking some of that Sky with me.

Sit

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I just wanted to sit on the steps.

No reason really.

Just sit.

Watch people. Do nothing.

I watched people walk by, sit on steps, talk, catch Uber rides, hail taxis, eat while walking.

There was a white dog trotting down sidewalk. Her fur was very clean. Very white.  She had a proud, friendly prance. She was smiling.

Dogs smile you know.

It was sunny. Not hot. Not cold.

I don’t remember how long I sat.

Miracle.

Shoot The Morning Finger

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What would cause you, young, late-20-something year old male, to “shoot me the finger” so aggressively early yesterday morning?

It was a sunny and not yet oppressively hot day.  I was standing with my bike in the bike path, patiently waiting for all the cars to pass the cross road.  I was stationed well back from the road so it was clear I wasn’t a threat to cars. I wasn’t going to somehow lurch out into the road causing you to brake or dodge me and my little bike.

I don’t even look like a cyclist.  I don’t have the spandex.  None of my clothes match.  My helmet isn’t event same color as my fifteen year old bike.  I don’t look like an athlete.  How could I be a challenge of any sort?

There you drove though.  You and your passenger seat buddy.  He was looking straight forward and it was his huge grin that even made me look at your car.  It was then that I saw you leaning over from the driver’s seat to shoot me the finger through the open window.

If you wanted to offend me you didn’t.  Your action was irrelevant to me.  I just wondered what is in you that would cause you to do such a thing.

The others cars cleared the road and I continued on the bike path. The little brown rabbit off on the side chewing his morning grass made me smile.