There is no racing high like when pushing it
and then coasting in a final stretch.
Racing and its high have long since petered out for me!
Nevertheless, in this evening’s bicycle ride along Walnut Creek
I am moving, grooving. The ride is smooth, soothing!
The evening air cool and clean.
The path and the waters below with a beautiful sheen.
Peace! Tranquility.
………………………………………..
From … the frontline! …
“Shift in our covid units today. It’s pretty intense …
And, the disease is affecting people of all ages. …
The next month … is going to be really sad for our country.”
“The hospital is crazy man:
PPE is sparse,
ICU is at capacity,
and people are dying on the floor.”
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Guilt creeps in and out as I ride. I’ve seen death and don’t fear it.
This energy transformation into other, into immortality, seems peaceful.
But this core of a RNA genome along with its team of proteins and sugar-proteins …
this passive-aggressive invader
of benevolent, human life-essential respiratory cells …
appears not to be.
For now, I am very much alive … and at peace …
and sincerely believe I deserve to be.
And others? especially those who do not have?
Yes!!! We all should have the same rights … equal POWER.
But … don’t.
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(Personally … I’m not so sure about some of these folk’s “God”???)
pbm
[ 7 S’s / VV->^^ ]
These are fine reminders of where we are now, even those of us who do not have … a bicycle, for example, that runs poetically smoothly?
And they’ll be fine reminders of how this was for us.
I think MaryJo is getting our blog up. Maybe these should be the first we see there.
Thanks Syliva!
Thanks SYLVIA.