First, I came across this on facebook….
It may well become my mantra for my bike riding…
I have not stopped, and tried not to stop (much) through my weeks of healing! And now I will keep going and not whine about how slow I am. Or at least not whine much!
I love to be a Flaneur (a saunterer, a stroller, a loafer). Though this may not in real be a verb, I like to think of many of my rides as “flaneuring”. So I have taken liberty to play with this word and make it kind of my own.
I did a bit of flaneuring today and found some bright and meaningful words…
Sometimes at the darkest moments, remembering these words and all their brightness must bring some light and a lot of hope to our souls. These stones were near the entrance door of the elementary school where I often visit the garden.
As I kept riding, I came upon a wishing well.
I did not toss anything into this mini-well, but I know that wishes can come true. After all, I am back riding my bike again ;’-).
One more as an offer of calm…
A delightful solo ride on a refreshingly cool day brought me much comfort.