Come along
the music will cheer us
add substance to our imaginations
I'll drive - anywhere...there? wherever
the destination is irrelevant
only you and I matter
The beat captivates us -
no words
the car steers us -
no words needed...
it never felt so good
to be behind the wheel,
to be beside you
guided by uplifting words unspoken.

It was one of those magical days, when all falls into place...such a rarity...when mind, body and soul are all on the same wavelength, all in sync' and an energy I've not felt since my first day back from Japan last autumn.
This is what living is all about, moments like this, when we feel we can do anything, for tomorrow I maybe cannot, shall not, or will not...but for today, it's all within reach, if only for this moment, it is what I strive for in life. I can recover when days like this fall, please send me another!

I've had so many hard times in the past two years, too many, but that's life, (my friend says it 'sux', and so it does, but I don't want to dwell on that side), and even one occasional day like this, will be enough to make me realise that our energy can come from within ourselves...
It's not bad at all, being YOU!

Oh, who wants me to post a photo of my (nearly-named: thank you for THOSE suggestions!) guinea-pigs?

Work! ...was completed and I headed out again, I love the peace, space, trees and...this place to breath in the counter-balancing goodness all around.
I strenuously teach at home, (and I enjoy it), often with no free space, and a spine that constantly gets jealous of my wishes to be ... me.
But pushing my bike to the road, getting on carefully, and peddling in the God-given safest position my doctor declared, I go...go for miles, on paths, cycle routes, dreams and in search of something reassuring.
Wondering why dog poo is shunned upon, whereas horse poo never trodden on...and on...

-I steer my wheels somewhere between the two, incidentally-

I had a bizarre dream last night...actually, the deepest part was just before waking at 6.10am...so deep in fact that, unusually for me, I was unable to speak for a good 20 minutes after shut-eye had ebbed away. Part of me was still 'out there' and I wanted it back for my day ahead.
I was in an airship, over Hampden Park, in the 1930's and my dream was in sepia...it circled the packed stadium, without cover, spinning past over 100,000 fans, with green pastures to one side, cows showing no interest, as the airship headed right through the northernmost stand and into a high-tech, darkened and well-ordered library, the proud possession of...Rangers FC!
'We' (I do not know who I was with, but they were with me all the way), headed for the thin slice of the meterological library, (all sections were in 'almond-slice' order, the met library being second from the huge window overlooking the football pitch...which must now, presumably, have been Ibrox?), seeking some data, and though the area was darkened, colour was evident.
A Robin Cook type gentleman guided 'us' offering courtesy, but heralding the immediate departure of all other's with a knock and shout from the said librarian.
Within seconds the data was found, and 'we' were off, to the sound of morning, and here, right now...