Peace and Quiet

As I indicated in my last post, I was away for a vacation recently. I've been slow getting back into the swing of this blog and everything else, really, because it slowed down my brain in an awesome way. I went home to Thunder Bay and spent most of my time on Bolduc Bay, Dog Lake at our family camp (cottage) near Thunder Bay, Ontario.

Here's an excellent example of what has been dominating my thoughts lately:

The sound was included in that video. Notice how you could hear my footsteps in the sand, but nothing after? I didn't take the sound out; there just wasn't any. Oh yeah.

As I resume with my more usual stuff, I find my mind keeps going back to this... I'm thinking most people would fully understand. I mean, look at it! If I could choose anywhere in the world to be...

Yer Pal,

R A N T W I C K

I'm Not Back Yet

Hey all, just a quick note to say that I haven't gone off the deep end or been squished by a car or anything. I went on summer vacation in a rather hurried, can't care about the blog right now fashion and was really off the grid for a good while there; I couldn't have updated the blog if I had wanted to.

I'm not really back... still too much crap to do. I'm hoping for a real post of some sort for Monday. Today though, there is one important thing I need to share.

While I was away I had some time for deep reflection and relaxation, and with that time I discovered a serious truth:

Squeezable Relish containers don't work properly. Never have, never will. I hate them.

 

Yer Pal,



R A N T W I C K

Perfect Steady Circles

There are times these days when I am upset, saddened by the heartbreaking things that are happening to some of the people I love most in the world. I spend some of my time on the verge of tears. I'll be OK, and so will they. In the meantime, however, I rely on perfect, steady, circles.

Mind in turmoil, I mount my bike and ride to work. My feet perform perfect, steady, unceasing circles. My knees go up, go down. My breath goes in, goes out. My body falls into the familiar rythm of the bicycle. The cars and birds and sun and clouds perform their prescribed duties. My wheels roll as they always do. I am calmed. I arrive at work quite capable of taking on its daily challenges.

When work is over, I am carried back into the outstretched arms of my family by my feet performing perfect, steady, circles.

It isn't always blissful on the bike. Sometimes it is just perfect, steady, circles. And that is enough.

R A N T W I C K