"Today, see if you can stretch your Heart and expand your Love so it touches not only those to whom you can give it easily, but also to those who need it so much." [quote]
Carol, Peggy, Jeff, Kent and let’s not forget Trip, one of the sweetest Dog met, a rescue like Spirit, today in a better World. "The Oasis" has had a crowd for a couple days, a crowd and food! Good food. Nothing was missing. The weather warm was custom made for my Friend’s visit, short sleeve T shirts throughout the day, conversations and laughter around the fire in the evening, it was a scene from what I would call "The Perfect Moments". Time lingered as it does with me, the question often arised "do we plan anything?", as the reply was "we are doing it". My kind of people without much difficulty living the moment of this present here without the shadows of an incoming wave from the thoroughfare of a past Life outsourcing all of us.
The next plate has had some trouble with my last exposure of thoughts. I have suddenly experienced within other’s words how sacred, if I may say so, much riding for many is, as it is for myself, probably for Spirit also who enjoys it immensely. And that is of course just fine. But maybe I have not understood comments read, perhaps a couple of the authors have not understood my words written. My previous post was about my Friend Tyler which I expected if anyone was going to make a comment, to naturally feel a bit of complaisance toward a rider that almost lost her Life and by sheer inner power, and incredible support from the Community, surmounted and continues to transcend with inward and outward scars. The insensitivity took me back, shocked me, left me flat within my thoughts thinking there has to be some misunderstanding. Maybe these authors have not read it all, do not know who Tyler is and the circumstances of her riding in months past. Could these authors be so engulfed in their own riding as these were the comments…
“But the proposition of not riding is a dangerous one to a life well lived!”… “Too true. It would be safer to stay in a padded room, but would it be living? I don’t think so.” Do the authors of such comments truly understood? I am at a loss for words. I am all in between being upset to feeling angry. Of course every step in our Life is of a dangerous one, as they say, getting out of bed could be a precarious one. There is not doubt. My own comments were not truly of riding, but of care toward each other, toward a certain sense of consideration. Those are not the messages taking form in my mind, those are not the meanings I have perceived. And yet, none of this is “neither here or there”. I do not mean to offend anyone as I am myself feeling offended, as again as I stated, my words where not about “riding” but about another Human Being that has come so close to the edge that one could have, even if not knowing her, send out a bit of “gratifying thoughts” and not as above stated their own essence of thoughts toward the hobby or sport itself. Such as this other gentleman who understood…
“The day I learned of Tyler’s accident, I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. A woman, whom I had never met, and most likely will never meet, had the biggest impact on me that any stranger could have. It felt like it had happened to someone close to me, yet I only knew of her from the Pashnit website. As you said, the support and …”
Maybe times have changed too much for me. We talked about it all around the campfire these past two nights. We talked about the Human care which I felt so much was and is being dissipated. I just don’t know what to say, what to think or more to write at this point. Maybe the mainstream is spending too much time in the diamond lane skimming, skipping all that could be related to others with only a concern about their own. And yet I don’t want to think this way as I also know from experience being in the caring lane with so many that have shared their hearts and feelings toward everyone around them needing a simple care so well deserved by so many. I am only wondering if these authors maybe felt Tyler did not deserve such care as I can only read one’s own self toward themselves. It is a wake up call, we are talking about a “Human Being”, not machines. As someone else wrote “I don’t think that it was the best worded comments…”
And the last plate these past days was served with even more of a shock, a punch so strong and so familiar in years past. My best Friend Bill, my buddy from Florida, who I lived with and his Wife Kammie for six months after loosing Lance, has been pronounced with a stage 4 Cancer. Early 50’s, just retired. How can that be? Is that time getting near again to loose another cherished one? More speechless moments at present times as I read his courage in his own words… “I am fine and feel great, I look at it as the cards dealt to me so now I have to figure how to cheat the game. I do plan to see you on the road somewhere this summer. Kammie and me will try to take 1 last ride out west. So don’t be bummed about this, I would ask you to think about the times we laughed so hard we could not breath and smile! I will give you an update when I know more.”
Are we all so alone at the end of the day when all is said and done? Today again the cold winds have picked up, they are talking loud, the dark clouds are only letting the sun peak out at us in short bursts. It fits the moment, it is somber and threatening. Everyone has left as I stare at the horizon and gather up my strength to once again confront my thoughts and some of others unwelcomed these days. Life is always full of surprises. Isn’t?
The Chocolate Cherrie Cobbler recipe…
Empty the cherries, sprinkle the cake mix and the soda, bake… One can use any combination desired. Amazingly delicious.
Till next time, you be well, always.
Ara & Spirit
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