A section in the memoir writing course discusses structure; more specifically, whether or not adhering to a predetermined one assists or inhibits creativity and achieving the goals. Sticking to a plan can be beneficial for some while restrictive and static to others. At the same time abiding by a particular practice, like the writing ofContinue reading “By definition”
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Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
This post is not really about Zen and it is only a little about motorcycle maintenance. In my attempt to get the bike back on the road, I had to conduct a little repair and in the process surrendered to a Zen-like understanding in all things mechanical. Spring arrives later at the cottage, two hoursContinue reading “Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance”
For those who paint the rocks
When 2020 started, I made a commitment to walk an average of 10,000 steps per day. I deliberately used the word average knowing there would be numerous days when I would not meet that target but would compensate on other occasions with a larger number of steps. My goal was publicly announced in front ofContinue reading “For those who paint the rocks”
On the road
It is raining heavy this morning and expected to continue until this evening so the next ride will have to wait ’til tomorrow. The day of my maiden voyage was the epitome of a northern fall afternoon. The sun was shining, the air was brisk and the leaves were in full splendour. It was theContinue reading “On the road”
get your motor running
My search came to an end last week and materialized in all its glory yesterday. The month of September dragged on forever. I completed and passed the M1 exit course on the long weekend, qualifying me for the M2. Under the provincial rules, I wasn’t eligible to pick up the upgraded licence until September 27,Continue reading “get your motor running”
the itch
I don’t know exactly when I first had the itch to learn to ride a motorcycle. Many years ago, when our son was playing baseball, another father owned one and I recall his waxing poetic about cruising the Don Valley on a late, warm summer evening, when traffic was light. I could imagine winding upContinue reading “the itch”
Wonderings 