Saturday, April 23, 2011

Who Fills the Givers Well?

I am sitting in my friend’s house in San Benito, Tx staying out of the mid-day heat and nursing a back that is telling me I need a long rest from distance riding and is telling me it is time to care for me.  The break is good in many ways and being relatively inactive (a form of torture for me) gives time for thought and reflection.

I have written my last few blogs on the theme of Love because it has come into my life and it was important and felt right to celebrate the joy of its light.  My thoughts turned to matters of character and spirit.  I guess some of this contemplation comes as a by-product of wondering as we all do in our human way, about where the future will take us as we begin and new road in life as I have at this time.

I have been blessed for much of my life to be surrounded by givers.  Givers come from the heart with their generosity the same way we all breathe.  It is a natural part of the essential being. .  My friend Ed is a giver.  He has opened his home to someone he did not know three weeks ago because that is his way.  I chuckle about an incident in the grocery store the other day.  We picked up some steaks to cook on the grill for dinner.  At the cashier, I said, “let me pay for these”.  He said, “No man, you’re my guest” to which, I responded, “Yes but I am living in your home and benefiting in many ways from you’re generosity and I amt to do this as a gift to you”.  He looked and me then smiled (he sees the humor in life all of the time) and said, “I need to learn to accept a Blessing when it comes my way”.

I am a giver too, so I knew what he was talking about!  Many givers find it hard to accept benevolence, praise, and blessings when they come their way.  It raises the question though, if the giver gives from the well of their benevolence, how does their well get replenished?  Who fills the givers well?

We feel good when we give freely and without expectations of what we will get back.  In the normal course of our interactions in life, we get back.  Not just the good feeling that comes with the act of giving but also, the givers among us, once we get past the awkward moment of getting something in return, are replenished by the thanks of gratitude or some small gift.  You provide the sanctuary and I will buy the steaks.

Givers by their nature can also end up in the chains of captivity through their own sweet, generous spirits.  There are people who are wired to receive and to take.  They are missing the DNA code that triggers an authentic gratitude response to the kindness they receive.  They are like the gas thief with a siphon in a gas tank.  The flow and energy is in one direction; out.

Giving takes a lot of forms.  We can give a friend or a complete stranger some cash or a warm coat.  We may give of our time to help the neighbor build the new deck.   We can give of our compassion and emotions listening someone’s issues or serving on a humanitarian mission.  Of all the means of giving, when we give of our soul, our love, our innermost energies, it is the hardest to replenish and the most vital to our wellbeing.

Every giver I have talked to in my travels has experienced a giving relationship that is one way emotionally and spiritually.  My own experience is with negative thinkers and with needy folks who have no spiritual grounding and seek externally to fill the hole in their souls.  We all know them.  Our energy flows out to fulfill our innate desire as givers to help but there is no progress because the lack of self-awareness and spiritual ground in the receiver prohibits effective use of our help.  I know from experience that the red flags go up when the flow is out, out, out and there is no energy coming the other way.  In a normal, balanced give and receive situation, I as a giver get my spiritual well filled by seeing someone make steps to help themselves with my assistance and I take joy in their successes.  And, oftentimes, we are rewarded with their gratitude for our gift of ourselves.

I refer to those receivers who sap my energy and go nowhere with their gift from me, Spiritual Vampires.

As givers we need to ensure our well being by avoiding encounters with the Spiritual Vampires and focus on giving into relationships and friendships where the water in our wells is replenished.

To all the givers out there, you make the world a better place.  I know who has given of themselves to me and I remember and appreciate them all.

Just some thoughts on giving.  Music is always good when I write.  From today’s play list.




From Songs of Love and Other Improvisations (1999):

I look to the morning
And the promises of the day
Hidden behind the streaks
Of an orange and blue dawn

My captive heart breaks free
Of the chains that time and neglect
Have skillfully bound
Holding me to the barren plain

The ingenious padlock
Of my actions past and thought
Springs open with your touch
My spirit soars to meet the dawn


From the untitled book:

The sun burns yellow
Circles in my mirror
Reflections of the fires
In my soul

I feel the warmth
On my back
As I turn south
Down the uncertain road




Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Alive In The World

I am sitting in my friend’s carport with my trusty MACbook in my lap and a cold beer beside me.  It is 98 in the shade and the wind moves through the palms with a sound like ocean surf.  It is the third day since I discovered that my quest was done.  I feel this great sense of peace and contentment yet my heart is alive with tumultuous feelings for my new love.  They are good feelings and I am alight with joy.  That is as it should be.

I look at my cell phone and I have 18 messages today from her.  I count them like pearls on a string.  Each with their own story and the feelings we share; lustrous and multi-hued and full of the mysteries of love.

I have some quiet time now.  My friend worked on his truck today and is having siesta time out of the heat. This is perfect!  I need to time and space to put into words the last few days of this new life that is starting.  I am listening to Jackson Browne’s Looking East record that he wrote after his break from Darryl Hannah and his re-emergence into a new life with refreshed creative energy and insights.

“Alive in the World” is one of his overlooked songs but the message within the words is so fitting to this time for me.

I want to live in the world, not inside my head
I want to live in the world, I want to stand and be counted
With the hopeful and the willing
With the open and the strong
With the voices in the darkness
Fashioning daylight out of song
And the millions of lovers
Alive in the world

I want to live in the world, not behind some wall
I want to live in the world, where I will hear if another voice should call
To the prisoner inside me
To the captive of my doubt
Who among his fantasies harbors the dream of breaking out
And taking his chances
Alive in the world

To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world

With its beauty and its cruelty
With its heartbreak and its joy
With it constantly giving birth to life and to forces that destroy
And the infinite power of change
Alive in the world

To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world

The third verse in particular takes me from where I was a year ago and to the realization of where I am; “Alive in the World”.

I want to live in the world, not behind some wall
I want to live in the world, where I will hear if another voice should call
To the prisoner inside me
To the captive of my doubt
Who among his fantasies harbors the dream of breaking out
And taking his chances
Alive in the world

What a journey it has been from low self-esteem and doubt to a place of joy and spiritual completion after finding my way back to God and His Love and after finding a woman who accepts me as I am warts and all and who has opened her own heart (long a captive of caution) to me.  It was all about taking chances and having faith in myself that I could ride the road and find the answers from the lessons along the way.  Freed from the prison of my own doubts and fears, I found the heart spirit connection that allowed me to live from the heart and be open to the call.  And, that call did come and I answered ready and willing to face what the future will bring.

All my roads have led me here to this place.  It is a good place and is rich and bountiful with the Blessings of friends, family, the beauty of this world, and the richness of love.  I think the song All My Roads by Collin Raye is a good one to cue up now; such a beautiful heartfelt song.

Looking back from where I stand tonight
I wouldn't change a thing about my life
Wrong turns I had to take back in those crazy years
Could not have been mistakes if they brought me here

'Cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you

I don't regret a single broken heart
That taught me what love is and what it's not
Someone must have planned our two paths would cross
I couldn't see it then but I was never lost

'Cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you

Detours, dead ends, endless explorations
You were my only destination

'Cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you

So now, a new journey begins, but no longer solo on my Harley but together.  We are not together at this time because that is how it must be but we know our path and time will soon pass before we can be in a state of grace and love.  In the meantime, life is good.  God is good. And, love is wonderful!



From my book from 2000 Songs of Love and Other Improvisations

There can be no talk of yesterday
When our future is spread before us
No looking backward
No questioning of what might have been
No autopsies of the spirit


From the new untitled book

The gift of my love
Is the first good soak of spring
That brings green to the fields
And colour to your garden

The gift of my love
Is the great red tailed hawk
Always there on the edges
Of your perception soaring

The gift of my love
Is the aroma of the forest
Tangy with moulds and earth
Redolent with the scent of pine

The gift of my love
Is a sharp edged knife
That cuts your bonds of strife
Setting you free to soar

The gift of my love
Is a soft moment a caress
To say you are not alone
The light on the path before you

















Monday, April 18, 2011

With A Billion Stars All Around

I am back tonight in San Benito Texas.  My intention was to do the 2400 miles ride from San Antonio Texas, to my hometown of Virgil in Ontario Canada.  I have been plagued by an old back injury that I aggravated dropping my Harley in a gravel parking lot about 5 weeks ago.  You just don’t stop almost 1,000 lbs. from going where it wants to after it reaches the point of now return.  Especially with my Olive Oyl sized arms.  I started the ride back because I thought the trip was not over yet and would not be until I finished the geographic nicety of going back to where I started.  However, my back had other ideas and started bitching right away about every bump in the road.

So here I am and I will leave the Road Glide here in a safe place and I will fly home in the next couple of days.

Those of you who have followed my blog or who know me personally know that I have been on a journey or quest of self-discovery and, ultimately to meet a kindred female soul to ride with me and to enjoy life with me.  And, together we will reach that place way over yonder and enjoy the sweet tasting good times.  That quest is now over.  I have spent a lot of time with me and I have never been more happy or grounded.  I am very much in touch with myself.  And, at the wedding events this past weekend, I got to spend time with my friend and we connected in the most amazing way.  Yes, the ride is done.  There is no need for geographic niceties to make the ride complete.

How about the wedding some of you are asking.  I can hear it now.  The wedding was delightful.  The bride Deb is a courageous, graceful, and wonderfully grounded woman.  The groom, Kevin, is a wonderful big-hearted person and as a couple they are so happy and content.  Kevin’s smile could not have been bigger without oral surgery than it was on Saturday at the wedding.

The service was beautiful in the gorgeous hill country north of San Antonio.  It was a totally memorable event.  We celebrated their marriage with BON friends and the couple’s family and friends under the light of a near full moon and a blanket of stars filling the sky.  I will never forget the day, the event, and the people.  The BON folks there are like a family and they took me into their group.  The feeling of love and respect was wonderful!  Bikers rock!

As I rode back to San Benito, I went back over the weekend’s events in my mind.  The iPod was turned off.  It was just a day the Harley, the wind, the jukebox in my head and me.  As I played back the images of the bride and groom and their beautiful love for each other, the Eagles Peaceful, Easy Feeling played in my head.

As I played back the memories of my friend and our time together spent deepening our friendship and what I hope will be a lifelong relationship, a new song of my own came to mind.  I am no Don Henley or Glenn Frey but the words did come.

The highway runs before me
To the edges of the sky
My road has been long and lonely
A solo Harley ride
As the dusk begins to gather
At the close of this day
My hopes and dreams unanswered
Do I have the strength to stay

From some far distant mountain
Your voice called out to me
I see the soft light in your window
It guides me on my way
You speak to me in pictures
Fill my soul with peace
As we dance in the moonlight
In the Light of His grace

My quest for me is over
The story has been told
When I look into your sweet blue eyes
I know I have come home

Now some say I have not reached my goal
There are still miles to unfold
But my ride is done the story told
To ride on would be an ego thing

My quest for me is over
The story has been told
When I look into your sweet blue eyes
I know I have come home

My quest for you is over
The story has been told
When I look into your sweet blue eyes
I know I have come home

When I look into your sweet blue eyes
I know I have come home
When I look into your sweet blue eyes
I know I have come home
When I look into your sweet blue eyes
I know I am at home










Saturday, April 16, 2011

Let Creation Reveal Its Secrets By and By

It’s a hot and sunny day in mid April here in central Texas.  I’m ensconced in the air conditioned comfort of a Holiday Inn waiting to swing into action and get dressed for my new friend’ s Sweetbear and ElectroGlide 07’s (their BON handles) wedding.  I am really looking forward to this event.  They are salt-of-the-earth wonderful people and so much in love that it glows. 

I woke up this morning feeling conflicted.  I am in a strange place for me to be in and a place that is never really comfortable place for a person who has two speeds; asleep and full speed ahead.  I am in a place that demands patience.  What the heck is that?

Relationships are tricky things (Duh!!! What else is new???).  Here I am wanting to get to know someone better but the social situation and the requirements of propriety, make that “want” something that isn’t going to happen.  Right now at least.  So the bull in the china shop needs to find patience.  I spent time this morning meditating on patience and man, I think I have to learn how to be patient when every part of me is screaming “Warp 10 Mr. Sulu”.  I guess I can look at it as building character.

When I am in these spots, as many of you know who read my blogs, I listen to music.  And often, when it comes to matters of heart, I turn to Jackson Browne.  So here I am in the hotel listening to his Late for the Sky record and Before the Deluge is cued up and playing.  “Let Creation Revel Its Secrets By and By”.  How appropriate!  What will be will be and it will happen in its own time when it is right.  Reaching for the brass ring right now may lead me to be swept away before the deluge. 

Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge

Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by--
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by

I am drawn to the lines

And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge

Pushing for the instant gratification of something that only time can present in its maturity risk breaking the fragility of the beginning.  So patience, Dear Kim.  Don’t repeat old mistakes





From the yet to be titled book:

I hear the echoes
Of my heart beating
In the cavity
That is my life
Filling the silence
A rhythmic reminder


In the darkness
Parted curtain light
Steaks your body with yellow
Highlights
In the darkness
You're breathing softly
Caressing my shoulder rhythmically
Passion
In the darkness
Soft cries of promises
Just moments before our loving
Intense
In the darkness
Your tender touch
Eases my heart raises my spirit
Memories
In the darkness
And my silent prayer
That this happiness will never end
Eternity
















Thursday, April 14, 2011

We’ll Put Our Dark Glasses On

I am sitting in the Holiday Inn on the north side of San Antonio.  I am here for the wedding of two people I have never met.  No. I’m not a gatecrasher.  In the wonderful world of Bikers and our online social networks it seems a perfectly normal thing for me to be doing.  Kev and Deb seem like delightful folks from their profiles, my chats with Deb, and from their blogs.  I know a few people as online acquaintances who will be there too.  Since the invite was “open”, I said yes and here I am, the night before the warm up party, resting my sore back after the ride up from San Benito.

The ride up took about 5 hours with rest breaks.  My back has been bothering me for a while now.  A dirt bike accident many years ago shortened one of my legs by almost an inch.  Being young and invincible I did nothing about it until I was 60.  Now the old S1 vertebra is well out of alignment and can cause me fits if I am rude to it.  I am thinking loving thoughts about my acupuncturist in Toronto who can make it all go away by sticking a pin in my forehead.

The ride was a good one.  No traffic except in the urban cores.  I made good time and I had a great playlist for the ride loaded onto the trusty iPod.  Today’s artists included Bruce Springsteen, Carlos Santana, Cream, Van Morrison, Jackson Browne, and many more.  I had lots to process in terms of feelings and thoughts about my journey.

Leaving San Benito was hard because I made a really good friend there.  Ed is a retired educator.  He rides a BMW and a Harley.  We have a lot in common in the way we live.  Ed lives in the moment and savors the Blessings that come his way.  Before I left today he gave me a blessing, asking Papa (his term of endearment for the Lord) to keep me safe on the road and to watch over my heart as I continue my quest.  We were both in tears (yeah tough biker types for sure) as we shook hands and embraced before I saddled up to continue my journey.  We shared many thoughts together on life, love and our purpose in this world.  Deep friendships are like the most rare jewels.

Tomorrow will be another landmark on my journey.  Tomorrow I will meet a woman who has been a loyal reader of my blogs and has encouraged my creative interests.  We have been messaging and discussing my blogs, life, and our spiritual journeys by chat, text, and phone now for a while.  She has also expressed a strong desire to help me with my book project.  I am used to working alone but I truly welcome someone being interested in my work and helping me successfully put myself out there.

We have shared a great deal in the time we have talked and, it turns out, we are both attracted to each other so tomorrow is the scary moment of meeting and finding out if it is real or is it Memorex!  She is here in San Antone for the same wedding I am attending. 

We both share a love for the lyrics and music of Jackson Browne.  One her favorites is The Pretender and she often tells me it's time to put our dark glasses on so when I heard the Pretender today on the ride, it was like she was in the backseat behind me.


I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams
And then we'll put our dark glasses on
And we'll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We'll get up and do it again
Get it up again


There won’t be any love making but there will be lots of friend making this weekend as we deepen our friendship and spiritual connection.  She is a very chaste and  a Christian woman of integrity and strength .  But, we will definitely have our dark glasses on as we ride the roads in the area and take part in the celebration of Kev and Deb’s joining together in marriage.  What a wonderful occasion!!!  Here are two folks who don’t qualify as young anymore finding love and a connection that is so strong that they wish to affirm before God and their friends, their love for each other.  I look forward to the wedding and wish Kev and Deb much love, peace, and prosperity in their union together!

I was a little apprehensive about meeting my friend Little Wing, as she is known, tomorrow.  My track record in affairs of the heart has sucked.  However, if you read my blogs regularly you know that I do live in the moment as much as I can and I don’t navigate life through my rear view mirror.   I live with my heart wide open and receptive to the call of love and the call of spiritual connection.  At the least, we will have a great friendship and perhaps more.

Another song on the playlist fits here.  A song by my Mohawk brother Robbie Robertson:

There's gonna be a change of season
Indian Summer look around
And it's gone
Why you wanna save the best for last
We grow up so slowly
And grow old so fast
We don't talk about forever
We just catch it while we can
And if I grab on
To the moment
Don't let it slip away
Out of my hand
What about now
What about now
Forget about tomorrow
It's too far away
What about now
What about now
Close your eyes
Don't talk of yesterday
It's too far away
Too far away
It's too far away
What about now
I'm coming out of the shadows
I'm getting of of this one way street
Blue memories
They just gather dust
Leave them in the rain
They turn into rust
Did you see the march to freedom
Did you ever see Savannah moon
In the middle of the night
All the other people
Walking in a line
Said to the man
Is it my time
What about now
What about now
Forget about tomorrow
It's too far away
What about now
What about now
Just close your eyes
Don't talk of yesterday
It's too far away
Too far away
It's too far away
What about now
In the walk of a lifetime
When you know it's the right time
Bring it to me darlin'
I can't wait
I can't wait
Until the ship comes in
I can't wait
I can't wait
Starting up all over again
The errors of a wise man
Make the rules for a fool
What about now
Forget about tomorrow
It's too far away
It's too far away
What about now
Don't talk of yesterday
It's too far away
It's too far away
What about now
What about now
Forget about tomorrow
It's too far
It's too far away
It's too far away
What about now
Close your eyes
Don't talk of yesterday
It's too far away
Too far away
It's too far away
Too far away
It's too far
What about now
It's all about now right now
Don't break the spell
Don't break the spell
Don't break the spell
Don't break the spell
It's all about now right now
Now right now
Here right now
It's all about now
All over by tomorrow
Don't break the spell


So tomorrow is but a few hours away and soon it will be now; the present.  I go forward with hope and trusting in myself and in the bountiful nature of the Creator.



From the untitled book:

Anticipation
It fills the air about me electric
I look to the north to skies clear blue
My boot tracks clear in the trail
The steps of my journey made with purpose
How quickly I have come to this point
But my steps have been sure and unwavering
Anticipation
Not ominous but with a sense of leaving
I look to the east and the fading late sky
Perhaps salted with the tang of regret
For loves lost and memories of old lives
Memories to be treasured and stored lovingly
Lesson learned about life’s uncertainties
Anticipation
It is orange and yellow dramatic light
I look to the west sun setting intensely
Bright with promise of the future
Of life to be lived and lessons to be learned
Of future joys unknown and momentary treasures
Of great joy to greet meat journey’s end
Anticipation
Hot wind of a dog’s breath on my arm
I look to the south warmly beckoning
My trail continues this way
Leading me to my destiny my dreams
Where I will find shelter from the storms
Where I will find great purpose and peace
Anticipation











Monday, April 11, 2011

Hymns to the Silence

It has been quite a while since I have written a blog post.  Life has been full of living and doing, all in a joyful spirit.  My days have been full of riding, seeing new chunks of the world and in getting to know new people who I have met on this ride to Texas.

I am sitting in the living room of my new friend Ed’s house in San Benito, Tx.  He is a wonderful Christian man who shares many interests and spiritual beliefs with me.  Our time on the ride has been delightful and now, before I begin the long solo trek to Canada next Sunday, we are spending time together deepening our friendship and living life as two retired, single bikers enjoying everyday as the gift it is.

A lot of transformational stuff has occurred during our ride to Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico and down to Big Bend National Park in southwest Texas.  Riding for long stints on my Harley with only the wind and the iPod playlist in my ears, there is almost nothing but time to think and reflect on life, my continuing journey, my relationship with myself, and my relationships with others.  And, standing beside a deep canyon, I hear the sounds of the desert; the soft wind, the sand moving, the birdcalls, and above them all the silence.

Standing in the midst of the awesome, expansive space of the southwest Texas desert, I thought about where I am.  A taking of stock, as it were.  The journey has brought me many joys, some sad moments and moments of self-doubt.  I know now that I am ready to settle.  I know where I want to settle and have started the process to be there.  I have met and made many friends along the way and I will be near them.  I am not in a relationship.  I have met and spent time with women with whom, I felt a strong connection but alas, it was not mutual and reciprocal in a way that would endure.  I have learned from these experiences.

I will continue to ride this summer while in Canada fulfilling my government-mandated time to retain my health benefits.  During the summer I will visit friends and favorite place.  I will revisit a favorite spot at McInnes Lake in the Petroglyphs Provincial Park where the silence is deep and profound in the sacred Ojibway lands.   I loved to spend time hiking there and playing my native flutes standing on the rocky bluff above the lake.  I will do this again.

In the late summer I will ride to areas of the USA that I have wanted to visit to meet FaceBook and BON friends before returning to Florida and the small town of Sebastian where I will drop my anchor and settle.

The ride home begins this weekend.  I have a wedding to attend in San Antonio this weekend.  I am looking forward to witnessing Sweetbear and EG’s (their BON names) marriage.  I will also be meeting other friends that I have met virtually through BON but now, in person.  There is one person I am really excited about meeting.  We have corresponded for some time about my blogs, about life, about our individual dreams and hopes.    The dialogue has been heartfelt and real.  It has been so refreshing.  And now, the opportunity to meet in person is at hand.  How wonderful!!!

The recent ride was good for me.  I am now m0re at peace with myself and I understand more than ever what I am looking for in a relationship and in my future life.  I am also finding myself more connected to the Creator after listening to the wonderful silence of the desert.  This is new after many years of neglect after a series of bad experiences with the rules of churches and religion that so occupied me that the value of the Word was overlooked,  I have my new friend who I will be meeting and my friend Ed to thank for this re-awakening of this connection to my spiritual self.

From the last verse of the Van Morrison classic:

I wanna go out in the countryside
Oh sit by the clear, cool, crystal water
Get my spirit, way back to the feeling
Deep in my soul, I wanna feel
Oh so close to the One, close to the One
Close to the One, close to the One
And that's why, I keep on singing baby
My hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh my hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, oh hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh my dear, my dear sweet love
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence?
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence?

Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence


From the playlist from the ride:




From the untitled book:

First light
Breaks softly pink
Across a clouded sky
Gentle breezes
Stir the palm trees
And fill my senses with promise
Tender thoughts
Fly the distance to your door
As love and hope quietly blossom in my heart






Saturday, April 2, 2011

Long May You Run

The day has moved from sunny to overcast and the heat is like a blanket.  But, it is a pleasant, comfortable blanket.  My thoughts are on our group ride to New Mexico tomorrow.

It is now evening and the temperature has dropped to a comfortable 70.  The Harley is packed and just my bag to throw on the TourPak rack in the morning with the trusty MACbook inside.

My thoughts are still on the ride tonight.  I was playing a few tunes today, as is my wont.  On the playlist was a song Neil Young wrote for the old car they used as their band transportation when he was playing town to town in Ontario in the early days.  The lyrics could apply to our two wheeled road companions. 

We've been through
some things together
With trunks of memories
still to come
We found things to do
in stormy weather
Long may you run.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes
have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run.

Well, it was
back in Blind River in 1962
When I last saw you alive
But we missed that shift
on the long decline
Long may you run.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes
have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run.

Maybe The Beach Boys
have got you now
With those waves
singing "Caroline No"
Rollin' down
that empty ocean road
Gettin' to the surf on time.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes
have come
With your chrome heart shining
in the sun
Long may you run.


Our relationships with the motorcycles we ride is special.  I know mine is.  I have two Harley Road Glides.  I totally stripped down my ’06  to clean paint and chrome it up the winter after I bought it.  I know every not, bolt and tolerance on that bike and I know every sound she makes when I am riding.  The relationship is like being one with the bike.  I know when something sounds “off” and I am quick to stop and figure out what the issue is.

I have a new 2011 Road Glide Ultra and I am getting to know it very well too.  I bought it Feb. 14 this year and by April 30th I will have over 12,000 miles on it.  I love to be in the saddle with the wind in my face feeling the bike respond as I get into the throttle or into a curve.

Listening to this song I could only think “Long May You Run” about my two wonderful Harleys.  For me and all of my friends who own motorcycles and love to be riding, I also think the same.  Long May You Run!

Tomorrow we set out from San Benito on a 2,000 ride to Carlsbad, New Mexico using minimal Interstate travel.  Most of our time will be on secondary highways and county roads.  It won’t be a large group but it will be about 18 people who love to ride and who choose this way to experience the countryside and the wonders of Mother Earth that we will see along the way including the Carlsbad Caverns.  My cameras will be busy.

The lifestyle is not for everyone but it works for me.  I will get lots of quality time with my thoughts and time to work through issues that may be troubling me or, at least, are in my awareness.  I will likely experience other less pleasant things like monkey butt or a sore back from some of the longer stretches we will cover.

I’m not sure how much writing I will get done on this trip but I will post when I can.  To all my brothers and sisters out there who live the two-wheeled lifestyle, Long May You Run and may you be safe and not outrun your guardian angels.

From the untitled book:

Time is but a worldly metronome
Ticking through our lives
An even cadence of sound and rhythm
Marking our passage through life




Me and the 2011 Road Glide Ultra

Clyde on his 2009 Street Gide
Men's Ride to South Padre Island