Spring visited South Dakota today . . . even if we do have snow in the forecast, too. (We do.) Mom and I suited up for some much-needed, long-awaited bike ride bliss.
Beauty-bits along the way:
+ path curving creekside
+ mini ice floes melting on the banks
+ birds, birds, birds
+ dogs & their walkers
+ kids playing tag on picnic table tops
+ hand-holders, huggers, wanderers
+ bits of grass greening
+ a man of about 40 learning to skateboard
(elbow pads & bravery & all)
+ girls & mama, swirling fat iridescent bubbles
+ my favorite "swoop" of our 10+ mile ride:
the one where I can't help but grin,
leaning into the yes,
worry whooshing away
as grace takes it place
I believe the divine is
in the language
I hear best.
Here, creekside, atop my two-wheeled wonder, here, under the blue sky, here, eyes open & heart wide--I hear, and it is well, it is well with my soul.
Where do you hear best?
Where do you find peace?
Where can you breathe easiest?
Go there, sweet one.
Life is waiting.