Spring thoughts

Remain faithful to what you love, what you believe in, and what reflects your authentic self.
~ Sonia Choquette

Normally I would say that the bike season has started but one look at the odometer tells me to be quiet about this. These wonderful sunny days and meadows with numerous "tulips" (Snake's Heads) are surely a good reason to hop on my bicycle. In time of migration the binoculars are mandatory equipment on such trips.

I always connect year 1877 with the death of Crazy Horse. Since I found another part of my family tree I've been also connecting it with a year in which my great-grandfather was born. He would be 135 years old today. It was interesting to find his name in the Ellis Island archives. The photos I have don't show what color of eyes he had but the Ellis Island data tells me black on white that his eyes were blue. This is very interesting because he had black hair (he is listed under number 15). I had always thought that he went to the USA to work there but my aunt revealed the other day that he only visited his brother. So, another information that fills the blank space - he had a brother living across the ocean.

It is so - I get one answer and with it more than one new question. Once more I am reminded to visit those who are still alive to tell me how it used to be.

Spring days

First days in April were incredibly warm and this year everything is in bloom and bursting at least a couple of weeks sooner than other years. What's been happening? In my opinion this is rather weird. I keep noticing strange things that keep happening around me. Nature has been changing extremely fast and people don't seem to be happy anymore. Or maybe it just seems so because I am not happy?I was out quite often these past days, almost every day riding around with my bike. It felt sooo good! :) But my gear levers (I hope this is the right word) stopped working completely, so I could drive only on the flat roads and paths. I asked the guy at the bicycle service if he could do anything about the gear levers and he said: "Yes." Yesterday in the evening I came to pick up my "means of transport" and that guy told me that I (still, after more than ten years) have a very good bicycle. "It must have cost you a fortune back then," he said. At that moment I realized that someone someday actually took a good care of me. A long, long time ago. And it felt so good to remember those good old days.

Have a wonderful weekend! I know mine will be good because I will be among friends and children. Without my bike this time. :)

Freedom

We are all. Free. To do. Whatever. We want. To do.

~Richard Bach, Illusions~

Six years ago I said this set of words above over and over again to myself. They started to be a part of me when I hopped on my bicycle and rode around the paths that I never did before or after. I didn't take care and I did not care about the obstacles on the paths. All was well, I never fell and never had an accident of any kind. Whenever I was on my bike, I felt unlimited freedom and with this feeling the healing came, too.

It is time to go on a bike again. First I have to cure the cold, but then...! I can feel it already, that unstoppable feeling of freedom that is greater every day and with every muscle I gain. It is the best cure for the painful heart and soul I know.

Happy Easter!