Ran by this signpost this morning. Note how not-straight the tiny path on it is. Then think about how many non-curving lines there are in nature. So why do I think I should be able to fly like an arrow? Have been thinking about the rhythms that characterize all aspects of this living world. Ups and downs, lights and darks, lefts and rights--not much that occurs does its occurring in a straight line. I'm loping along and then, whoops, here's some flowers for you and by the way you can't continue on this road today. Turn right, right now, whether you want to or not. I'm trying to bump up my mileage and finding that I need to tap into the rhythm inherent in everything in order to get from here (the low-mileage state) to there (the higher-mileage state). So my last six weeks have progressed in this order: high / higher / lower / high / higher / lower, with this past week being a "lower." But "lower" isn't a pejorative term. The pulled-back week inclu
