Wisconsin has a rolling heart of the country beauty. Living near the city we often forget how wide and bountiful the US is. Although on climbs there is often only one thought in mind, the next pedal stroke, I find cycling a good place to work on poems. It can be a solitary moving meditation, a place to pray.
After three days on the road, a stay at a legendary bad motel “Ikes”, and a thirty mile stretch of rolling hills, a glass of New Glarus Old Milwaukee Belgian Red hits the spot. Hunger may be the best sauce, but this Lambic like brew which tasted of cherries is the single best beer I have known.
I have a friend who I sometimes ask to preview my poetry for her opinion. Read the rest of this entry »
In which it is discovered a broken hand one day out of the splint is not quite healed. Read the rest of this entry »
the pain my hand subsides, but there are other types of pain as well Read the rest of this entry »
been reading a fascinating book “Parenting from the inside out”, about the mind and how consciousness develops, and how socal bonds, and parental bonds are crucial to proper development in children. After quiet reflection… Read the rest of this entry »
Ron Mohr, Sifu and brilliant martial artist, often spoke to us about perfect practice and repetition blending the mind and the movement until they became one.
Ten thousand motions
Seasons, balanced, unchanging
Bruce Lee, movie star, martial artist philosopher, once said:
“Self-knowledge involves relationship. To know oneself is to study one self in action with another person. Relationship is a process of self evaluation and self revelation. Relationship is the mirror in which you discover yourself – to be is to be related.”
― Bruce Lee
Under the watchful eye of Sifu Mohr, we watched and studied movement balance and footwork. We learned our limits, we learned ten thousand things. Understand that life is a dance, and become a master of it.