Tracing

Gravity waits

Competition, fixation, inertia, dropping down, right there,
pre-existent, earth, weight, right there,
right there, breath, timing, resistance, pressing, feeling,
riding, walking living gravity,
feeling, defining, edges of contact, nearing
absorbing,
careful how you play
against that force
always present
often un-noticed
field
of
energy

Walk

To icy to ride this week, freezing temperatures, some snow and rain. Walked into town to work. The deep blue skies are so piercing and rich.

Worked a bit with the earth element. Feeling shoes and feet hit the ground, the vibration moving up the legs and into the knees. The cold moving into the bones, the body fluids getting stiff and brittle just like the water outside.

Building up momentum, building up heat, gaining rhythm; then a blister on the 2nd toe starts to form, elemental pain, think I'll catch a bus.

Push

Morning ride round the University loop. Engaged, running lights, flowing through the streets. Morning high...addictions and flow. Entering into the space of movement, that's all.

Coming alive

Late afternoon ride, no particular focus. Now an awareness of all the elements, kind of merging into energy, like all the colors of light becoming white. Deeper breath coming still, a place to drop into, thoughts freeing, less strong, energy begins to override.

The energy itself can become a thought, a refuge, a gaining, seeing that as well, more of a clear light, incorporating the energy vibration.

breath comes, poised,
on its own, waiting,
on its own, alerting,
on its own, sensitizing,
On its own, coloring,
on its own, releasing,
on its own.

Quick ride

Worked a little this morning and took a quicker ride this afternoon. Windy as hell today, sometimes the bike would rock back and forth like a boat.

Hit a few balls right after the ride. Staying with smoothness and minimal effort. It's amazingly difficult to not try to get somewhere. The minute the ball is hit a little cleaner, some small being (in my head) wants to remark about it. More and more these things seem mechanical, just a little machine running that was started eons ago.

Air is begining to permeate the system a bit more, it comes a bit easier and soaks in a bit further. Sometimes it all seems just what one "drops into" by habit. Free fall.

Just riding

Late morning ride, no particular focus, just riding. Nicely windy, a few sprinkles, warmish weather, a few other riders and more walkers. The trail handles a lot of different rhythms, each one coming together for a moment as people intersect. Bikers slowing down, walkers moving to one side, conversations changing. Really a beautiful morning.

Walk

Did some riding the last few days, hit a few. Moving slowly back into awareness of the elemental world. Walked today, with walking the earth feels closer. Winter day, leaveless trees, a little chilled. Many folks on their way to work, ghosts in the landscape.

Hitting later today, I'll add to this post. Asking the question, "what is relaxation made of?"