there are in my life these long hills.
i've learned after a very very long time of thinking, that the reason they are there is not to challenge me to ride them as fast as i can; rather, they exist to offer me the opportunity to stop, and to look back at where i have come from and then, to look at what i still have to look forward to.
and then, after the crest has been reached, i get to marvel at the beautiful view, and most amazingly, i get to race down the other side without consideration for rocks, cracks, holes, gullies, sand, sudden flat tyres, scurrying squirrels, and especially my own mortality. because my own mortality is present in every moment .............
yard and garden notes
3 hours ago