Refreshing Pause

There is nothing finer
than a pause in life
When weather runs foul
And mayhem slows down

The skies turn sullen
Frenzy eases off
Endless toil is shelved
Till the tempest fades

Some folks see a downpour
As a rude delay
But to me it’s mercy
A chance to still the soul

A moment to renew
To breathe the washed air
The aroma of wet earth
The purge of dust and drought
The burst of emerald growth
Swelling lakes and streams.

I cherish a fierce storm
Above the clamor of days
When urgency is lifted
By the gift of quiet repose

The Road to Glacier

This mountain had given me a lifetime of rejection. It had nearly cost me my life. So much pain and suffering to come this far. A sudden hailstorm. Crash. Police. Ambulance. Motorcycle parts all over the road Somehow I walked away with scrapes. I arrived at the mountain broken. Bleeding.

Mental Motoring

My motorcycle journey began today before sunrise, in thick fog, with one last pause at the Pacific Ocean beneath a watchful moon, brilliant and full. Then I turned inland, away from the sea, toward the desert. L.A. traffic gathered around me, taillights streaming north, the restless movement of people

A Retreat Conducted In Motion

You are not sitting inside a climate-controlled environment looking through glass. Temperature, wind, rain, fragrance, earth, farms, water, altitude, light, fatigue, distance—all of it reaches you directly. Unlike ordinary travel, a long motorcycle journey becomes contemplative. Riding thousands of miles may look like an extreme act of doing—

Wrong, but Perky

Here is what it feels like to use AI in my job all day. AI is cheerful and perky. It immediately admits its mistakes, then quickly retrieves the next wrong answer. There is no embarrassment, hesitation, or evidence that the correction meant anything for being consistently wrong.

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The Road to Glacier

Mental Motoring

A Retreat Conducted In Motion

Wrong, but Perky