riding.

i rode to port credit and back last night and it was a perfect night for a ride. the pedals were light against my feet as i pushed and i flew along the pavement from town to town. i felt like a freight train rolling along pulling a hundred carriages full of ideas and dreams and hopes of new life and prosperity and abundance.

i am rolling past the summer of attachments to things that were foolish and niave. i was like a new-born duck following the first thing i saw as i emerged from the egg.

what a trip. what a ride. i rode from summer to fall without even realising it. the transcendance from one season to another unconsciously has allowed me to pass from futile attachments without hostility and remorse.............with a grateful knowledge that lessons were learned and the precious was kept intact.

not growing up so much as growing out and away.

acceptance.

with a little help from my friends.