Bike Writer # 43 – It’s Not About Always Being the Best, It’s About Always Being You!

Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. – Henry van Dyke

Bike Writer # 42 – Enjoy the Sandbox of Nature…it’s Free!

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. – Margaret Atwood

A Shade of Ash # 6 – Why does the happiest day of my life keep breaking my heart?

I tried again today as I have tried so many times since the last heartstring that bound us severed. For a split-second, I got to hear your voice. For a split-second, I thought you would listen to mine. It was the longest pause yet…trust me, I know.

So, Ashton, I guess it’s another “Happy Birthday” sent off into the universe with all my love. Maybe it will find the world I’ve lost and help return it to me.

– Dad xoxo

Bike Writer # 41 – For a Spell, For a Flower

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Journal Entry # 182 – Embrace the Space

Explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. – Edward Abbey

Bike Writer # 40 – Paint A Beautiful Life For Yourself!

I went for a bike ride today. A small one, but it was enough to make me realized something. That moments like this are really, just little paint strokes on a portrait of my life. So, the more strokes I take, the more beautiful I make the big picture become. – Ash

Dukes of Habit

Irish night
with a few black beers for luck
stood elbow to elbow
in the midst of strange drunkards
three sheets to the wind
placing little wagers before the clock struck
and the tender turns us away
like the last three nights we’ve been

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Unbroken

Dead of winter
as the winds howl
I’m still out there searching for you
footprints quickly cover
forgetting how far I’ve come
my hands, no longer feel
my breath, stolen
my eyes, blinded by this storm
my heart, almost empty
my will…unbroken