I ride my bike a lot. Many people do here. There are the ones who peddle constantly, and there are the people who, like me, peddle hard with bursts and then glide the rest of the way.
Peddle peddle glide… Peddle peddle glide…
And I do this in every way in life. I work myself hard until I can stop to feel the breeze in my hair, the sun against my face, watch the first buds of spring wisp by and do so while rolling on smoothly.
I’ll get to wherever I’m going, I’m sure I will.
It’s the person that peddles start to finish that I’m just not willing to be.
John Updike died today. He knew the importance of stories. ”The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion. ”
Am I a spiritual person?
John Updike. Pulitzer Prize winning American novelist. March 18th 1932 – January 27th 2009.