Relative Something

Since I didn’t need to mow any grass yesterday, I went for a bike ride. It was only a short ride in the late afternoon, but it was my first pedalling in three and a half weeks. I need to do a little more conditioning via hours on the saddle in preparation for a week of riding with 4 of my cycling besties beginning on Labor Day weekend. We will be heading to Missouri to ride the Katy Trail, which crosses the majority of the state from west to east.

It’s practically like riding from Kansas City to St. Louis.

The grass in front of Cyndie’s perennial garden doesn’t really resemble grass anymore.

It looks more like a brown rug.

Over by the barn, there is clear evidence that shade can make a huge difference in protecting grass from the harsh, baking sunshine.

It looks like a shadow of the maple tree canopy over that slope.

Tough days lately. Both Dolly Parton (80) and Tim Curry (80) died; our grass is dying; and Nepal and Tibet have had a massive flash flood that created a wall of water, mud, and debris that slammed into people, buildings, and bridges. The videos are harrowing to watch.

People the world over could use a hug. Let’s cut ourselves a little extra slack for a while as we cope with so much loss all at once. Put some energy into producing healthy doses of love and send them out into the physical and spiritual worlds in waves upon waves. The more we send, the more that will find its way back over us.

A healing balm for others and for ourselves.

Peace to you, dear readers. Namaste.

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