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chasing a dream

There was a time

when life was simple,

we met someone special

we had our first kiss

and we thrilled at the possibilities

of a fairy tale life, sure that

our prince/princess would be the

catalyst, to the story book

ending of …and they lived

happily ever after.

I thought of this quote before I decided to share’ – I had to ponder if it was true, in my mind, did I think it relevent to what I wanted to say. I know not everyone likes to dance. But to those of us who do.. who enjoy the passion and exhilaration of being held and masterfully led through an active art form, or to simply workout and exercise the body.with a partner. It matters if your partner is in harmony with your unspoken rhythm. I liken it to being a passenger on a road bike (motorcycle) how the two bodies have to be in sync for the ride to be smooth and effortless.

See this landscape, the person there, might have thought they were alone, but they weren’t were they, someone took the picture. Even if they were unaware of the photographer, he/she was there. We are never really alone, we sometimes feel alone, but the reality there are people all around. Often like us, just waiting to connect with another human being.

Today I got this picture of the cookie monster.. in yesterday’s blog I used Oscar the grouch for the cookie monster, in sharing his observation, this person connected with me personally, it told me I don’t sit and write here alone in my office, friends read and even if they don’t always write, like or say something… they are there. We need not chase a dream, the connection between us is in our hearts. PL Precept #7 Everything exists in Relativity.

PL Precept #20 Live maintaining equilibrium between mind and matter.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

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Photo Utah (David Betts)

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the joy of transformation

Good morning everyone… how is your day so far? Good I hope. When I drove into the gym parking lot today I found myself parked beside a gleaning black and chrome Harley. I would have taken a picture but hot not been prepared to run into such a beauty. She was polished to perfection. Obviously the rider had ridden her to the gym, but even with the light dust she acquired during her morning ride she shone. I took the time to tour the bike, walk around her and really check her out. Wow, the love her owner showers on her was obvious. When I got home I tried to find a picture of a dirty bike in my files, even went on Pinterest.

Except for action shots like this one, most of the bikes are in immaculate condition. I bet that as soon as that little treasure got back home, it was cleaned down and not a spec of dirt would remain on it anywhere. The motorcycles that I found in my travels, (research) even the vintage old classis, were in top form. Like the motor I used the other day, they radiate love. Their chrome and bodies are pristine. Ok what am I getting at, ladies, not only men love the motorcycle, the motorcycle is an art piece just as an inanimate object. OK not everyone agrees, but there are a lot who do. Myself included.

Most riders I know develop respect for the bike they are riding. They trust the vehicle to transport them to another space in time. And really, until you’ve ridden on one, felt the power beneath you, you don’t realize just how personal being on a bike is.

The first time I took a corner on a motorcycle other than a touring bike, I was transformed from a passenger or driver of a car, to a motorcycle enthusiast. I was ready to grab a rag and start shining the chrome when we got back from our ride. If I thought I loved riding a bike when I rode as a passenger on a Honda gold Wing, ( my legs were too short and I too “little” to attempt to hold a Gold Wing up on my own, I tried!) I became a tad fanatic about a road and off road bike (Triumph Tiger) In a split second, I had been transformed and it was a transformation. I wanted the leathers and I always wanted to be out riding. Good or bad weather didn’t really matter, I wanted the wind on my face, and the freedom of being in Nature unconfined by a metal or fiberglass box around me.

I don’t ride at all now, but the love of the ride has never left me, nor the joy of transformation, the thrill of a new discovery. The true happiness of finding another dimension of yourself in life, how wonderful a shift of gears can be… To do those curves, you have to lean into them, balance, be in harmony with the bike and the motion of being there. You are in the moment. Living it, there is no other way!

pictures – Pinterest

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ole’ Mac…had a farm, e -i- e- i -O

Ever have a conversation with a cow. If the cow is at all interested in what you have to say, it can be very rewarding, you get their full attention, and maybe just maybe they will nod or moo to acknowledge they’ve heard what you’ve had to say. Often they will simply flick their tail and walk away, never-the -less, it will be an honest reaction to you and or your words. Nor will you give much thought to how much you said they understood, nor will you really care. You met you exchanged a brief connection and you then both went on your way, having enjoyed that moment, but life moves on. no more.. no less.

You love to fish, swim, isn’t this dock and the setting a beckoning sight. I could place a deck chair right smack in the middle there and just sit and drink in the moment. The photographer when they took this picture I’m sure heard crickets, frogs and skeeters. Even the gentle plop of a fish breaking surface, see the small ripples.

My biking friends will enjoy seeing this old classic by photographer Gordon Calder of a Triumph T20 Tiger Cub. If you have ever ridden a motorbike through the back roads in the hills of Tennessee or the hills and valleys of the Gatineau Hills. You will appreciate how valuable a well tuned engine is. Gordon Calder has taken a series of pictures of motors, if you like this picture, you will enjoy his other beauties. (Flickr)

Most of us, know or remember the Old MacDonald had a farm song. For me it reminds me of a time of innocence and playtime. No other association comes to mind. But, other songs, and music can elicit other emotions and feelings from me. Bob Marley said “one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain”…. in one sense. … music when you are tuned in, and it connects, it does so in a way that can be heart wrenching or joyful, and true we can drown in the moment and resurface without pain, but we do feel it.

Whatever is happening in our world today, thanks for stopping by and sharing this moment with me. This last photograph was posted by Celia M. Paulo it was taken in Vietnam, posted on Pinterest. I wanted to show you another side of Vietnam, one that the is rarely shown on the news and in newspapers. Vietnam is a place of beauty. There is undiscovered beauty in all of us. Oyashikiri