June 3, 1999
|Finally! I got caught up with my journal entries,
woo hoo! Although at times it is a laborious effort for me to write, I do find at times a
certain attraction I feel towards the sound of pen rolling across the the fresh green
paper of the steno pad I write in. The words in my mind are flowing out like liquid onto
the paper and clearing up space for new thoughts. Last night I thought about exactly where
it is I fit in this world. I imagined the whole world as a jigsaw puzzle and wondered
where my piece fit. Mine is surely malleable so it can fit in many places some
better than others. But where will it be when this journey is over?
I decided to walk over to Boogie Browns so I could take in the ambiance and read another one of those Double Take magazines.
Later in the afternoon I walked 2 blocks to the Black Star Brewery. There, we hung out in the tasting room where they gave out free glasses of beer. They also have free internet access and a web cam, so anyone could have seen me there through their website: www.blackstarbeer.com.
Tomorrow will be a week since I arrived, my longest time off from riding.
And I've had this thought to share:
The road beckons me, as it has become my vice; it consoles me and at the same time, exhilarates my soul.
The sound of my bike The shifter The rattle from the trailer the sound of the chain, churning through the gears All have become a part of me as I pedal into Nirvana.
The journey is only half-begun and I still have a long road ahead.