Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Blocked

 As I sit here listening to 'The Nw Deal' group rolling out the sumptuous electronic sounds I can't for the life of me think of anything to write. Last week I rode 187 miles and spent 11 hours in the saddle yet nothing comes to mind to jot down (eleven strong and glorious hours in the saddle I might add!). And I watched the Pennsylvania road race as well as the Dophine-Libre prolog yet nothing comes to mind to write. No pithy comments on the races, no brilliant insights into my soul as I spent myself in each revolution of the Ultegra crank,no not a darn thing.
  it is truly bewildering to me that after only 10 months I, who has so much energy to talk and ride, have come to the end of myself in the written word. Yet here I am languishing in common prose and wrestling the keyboard to wring a few lines of my soul onto the web for all to see it shine and step back to say 'ahh'.
I am in awe of the technology I use with out so much as a marvel on a daily basis; I am in awe when I can write someone in Italy and get an answer in moments; I am in awe of our electronic world  but use it dull wittily almost all the time. Never do I take into account the billions of times every moment these monuments to our inventiveness are used out of commonplace. But that's not what I want to say either,
  So for all the time I spend wondering if I can keep up the writing the answer is...I don't know. I rather enjoy the brisk and innovative thought process I go through just looking into my soul, at each moment in time I approach the keyboard. I find myself looking at subject and object in a new way at that instant I examine the surroundings I'm in. And for the most part turning things inside out and upside down to get insight is a profound lightning strike to my being...I like it! And at the end of the day, to leave myself on paper is very fulfilling.
 So I will continue to search, seek and intuit the world as I can and leave it to our better selves to mend and shape what we learn from it.
If I pass you on the roads stop at Peets and ponder with me over some coffee.

1 comment:

  1. I like this piece it's has heart and willingness to pause and acknowledge that where we are is always good.

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