Dancing In My Pedals (2)
You can write things like that out there. Or perhaps, anywhere. It is possible if one allots time, real time. I truly believe we need to escape each day. Have time to ourselves, with ourselves, to go purposefully within ourselves. With that, many things occur. One recharges, not their smartphone battery, but more importantly, their own eternal battery. One detoxes from the day-to-day grind of society, removing the pollution of negativity and stress. Tapping into the vital life force that can be found only in the inner realms, one gets back on the path to one’s True self. Like the energizer bunny, one is able to keep going and going and going…body revived, soul restored, spirit renewed. One has to allot time each day for this. If not, your chain slips, breaks, and no real forward momentum develops. As I’m clipped into my pedals while turning over the 53 tooth crank, I think of my late father, friends that died too soon, kids in wheelchairs. Grateful that I can. Not taking health or life for granted. My father was killed in a tragic potash mine accident when I was five. October 17th, 1968. I’m sure the thought never crossed his mind that he wouldn’t have an October 18th, 1968. Or, that plate of bacon and eggs cooked by mom would
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