that little rattle of chain down the lane...

There’s nothing quite like the Florida Keys…..this time of year really calls me back to a place I used to live….it’s the wistfulness, the sultry rustle of leaves, the dreamy bike rides.

It is an artist’s haven. There is an illusion of space. Breathing room. Kind of funny for a tiny & overcrowded island. It’s all about the bikes. There’s something just right about your bike as your only mode of transportation. Yes, creative space & a little something about journeys…

A chance to notice…..bringing us of back for the millionth time to our spiritual journey. Honoring our cycles…

The Law That Marries All Things…

The cloud is free only

to go with the wind.

The rain is free only in falling..

The water is free only

in its gathering together,

in its downward courses,

in its rising into the air.

In law is rest

if you love the law,

if you enter singing into it

as water in its descent.

….Wendell Berry

It was a totally different journey then of course….before I knew I needed to slow down. Before self-imposed laws. Before I could understand this….

Before the sound of chain down the lane was balm to life….it was just bike riding.