As I have not posted anything in a while, I have written this excerpt from my mind to best illustrate my bike ride today, the things that passed through me as I rode, and my day explained through experience. It was a good one, as they all are.
Below are pictures that I stopped and took along the way.
Happy Trails...
Down, up, down, up, slowly round in circles my wheels push me up the hill. Constricted thighs while experiencing the highs of my mind as it strains to keep on going. On my back and arms, the sunshine washes over my skin.
My breath, rocks crunching, and gears ticking complete my scope of the heard noises and felt influences. As soon as thoughts drift away from my effort, my mind is gently placed back in the moment by my heaving breath.
No limit is ever a barrier, it's only made so by the mind.
As I dip into the endless source of revolution within me, I begin again. In every moment my breath and movement intertwine and provoke my mind to halt and feel what I am and what is me. I breath in my surroundings and revolve forward, inward and outward.
Letting go of my limits and letting my limits let go of me. Finding that no direction is needed in order to go...
Rising up to the being that I look up to. Noticing what makes me blue and diffusing into it something new. I disintegrate into the sunshine that heats my skin. I no longer feel where I end and space begins. My breath continues. Involuntary force, in and out.
A treat: having myself a thought, giving thanks, clearing space, and reviving the drive for a creative thirst. Pencil and paper... Hanging on my wall the pastel paints that I completed years ago and consider saints in my life; as they are creation and thought derived from color and motion spat out on the page with no preconceived notions.
Although many things have changed between this post and the last, some things stay very much the same: giving thanks, opening my eyes, finding and speaking my truth, adventuring through nature's wondrous, fruitful offerings and appreciating more and more the little things in life. Furthermore---- creating--what makes me feel, what heals me, and what steals me away to a land too vast for inquiry yet possessive of nothing which I am not.
Below are pictures that I stopped and took along the way.
Happy Trails...
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My breath, rocks crunching, and gears ticking complete my scope of the heard noises and felt influences. As soon as thoughts drift away from my effort, my mind is gently placed back in the moment by my heaving breath.
No limit is ever a barrier, it's only made so by the mind.
As I dip into the endless source of revolution within me, I begin again. In every moment my breath and movement intertwine and provoke my mind to halt and feel what I am and what is me. I breath in my surroundings and revolve forward, inward and outward.
Letting go of my limits and letting my limits let go of me. Finding that no direction is needed in order to go...
Rising up to the being that I look up to. Noticing what makes me blue and diffusing into it something new. I disintegrate into the sunshine that heats my skin. I no longer feel where I end and space begins. My breath continues. Involuntary force, in and out.
A treat: having myself a thought, giving thanks, clearing space, and reviving the drive for a creative thirst. Pencil and paper... Hanging on my wall the pastel paints that I completed years ago and consider saints in my life; as they are creation and thought derived from color and motion spat out on the page with no preconceived notions.
Although many things have changed between this post and the last, some things stay very much the same: giving thanks, opening my eyes, finding and speaking my truth, adventuring through nature's wondrous, fruitful offerings and appreciating more and more the little things in life. Furthermore---- creating--what makes me feel, what heals me, and what steals me away to a land too vast for inquiry yet possessive of nothing which I am not.
