01 June 2009
it is a magic carpet of sorts.
every fresh veggie a sweet soul could ever crave. oh oh oh delicious. healthy & fresh & perfect for the season, and, our bodies.
a series of self-portraits at the park. practicing seeing myself more clearly, and giving myself permission to be exactly who i am. you too, i am practicing loving you for exactly who you are.
Last week i mentioned i was spending a lot more time on my bike because of my new addition: the basket! i am still very much loving life from the seat of a bike, but it has served more than one purpose.
you should know, i bike to the bus every day (about a mile) and then take the bus downtown to work, get off and bike the 5 blocks to work. now though this isn't extreme biking or anything (like say, my friend markthomp who is currently touring the west coast via bike), it certainly is beneficial in many ways. i get exercise, reduce my carbon footprint, and expeditiously commute to & from work.
however, in the year or so that i've been doing this, i have come to really believe in the bike. no wonder this is the most purchased gift for children under the age of 12. it is a magic carpet of sorts. a transforming form of transportation for adult. magical & functional at the same time.
when my very hip & forward thinking friend alex posted this tweet friday: "DREAM: a bike built for two, it made me think: we're on the same page and onto something here.
a bike is not just a bike.
1. its a way to tour wine country, so says the frugal traveler
2. its a mode of transportation that makes morning more than morning and the afternoon slump not so deep.
3. its a thigh trimming machine! ( joking a bit here, that's something i notice as soon as i'm back on my bike after the long winter) but it is an excellent form of exercise
4. its freedom, the breeze in your hair, the carefree nature we associate with being children that we're hesitant to incorporate into our adult lives. it's togetherness (who doesn't dream of tandem bikes?), camaraderie, health, and, a different perspective.
if yours is dusty, i suggest a quick pump of the tires and a quick trip out to the garage/basement/shed. pull that puppy out & give it a spin. greet your childlike self with honor, and find the delight in the simple yet abundant wonder of the bike. i dare you.
it is a magic carpet of sorts. a gift to soar above and around what you've known. i know, it's a bike, the rubber hits the road, but believe me, there is something about it. you'll see yourself, others, the world, from a different seat. and give chance a chance, opportunity an opportunity, possibility a possibility.