This condition defines and structures this whole cycling thing: when the engaged body is under maximal exertion, the higher order capacities blossom forth.
I choose to live in the unfolding... I see through my own conditioned responses: I disentangle. And I do so, broken open, as joyously as I can.
When the gravel crackles underneath these Keen shoes, the technical sandals with which I replaced my shimmery, summer-fun footwear, the contemplation commences. It is shockingly immediate, an invisible portal that can snag any willing participant through a tiny slip that leads out and into an ...