Sunday, March 12, 2017

Spring Street: From Emptiness to Fullness


On Sundays we fill the streets

I was hoping to catch a bunch of cyclists riding south by the flower power median, and my hope was fulfilled. They were waiting for the light, so I waited for them waiting for the light, and wanted to snap them near the flower power median, for the blog.


Not exactly what I pictured, but you can see the flowers and saguaros, and cyclists

Most rides, I reflect. I meditate a little. I pray a little, sometimes, too, but I admit that meditating or praying while riding is an iffy proposition at best, from a safety perspective, but also from the point of view of experiencing the ride fully, and, to be honest, I am not very good at doing two things at the same time, and that includes trying to meditate and ride simultaneously. I end up riding in a spirit of meditation / prayer, or settling into simplistic and repetitive mantra-like practice, if anything. Mainly I just spin, though, and enjoy the ride, and the day, and the moments.


The canal was filled with these, hundreds of them

A Spring when our rivers are richly full of water and flotsam

Bike rides, I have found, are not a time for intense brain work of either a rational or spiritual bent, not sustained, anyway. I try to let go of too much of either, and just ride: I am neither skeptical of the ride, nor overly spiritual about it, after a while, but just riding, just in it. Which, by the end of the ride, leaves me feeling fuller. Start out empty, end up fuller. That's all I wish for.