Thursday, June 23, 2011

Fields at Dawn

I'll be spending today at work, like most weekdays, except today, I'll be ttrying not to think about my father's appointment with his oncologist, to receive the verdict after his first round of chemotherapy.

Not surprisingly, I haven't slept well in weeks. I was feeling typically leaden and blurry this morning -- frustratingly opposite the feeling I had in April and May, awakening bright-eyed and ready for bear. For me, bad sleep is like Kryptonite. My mood and concetration drop like a stone; on the bike, my legs feel weak and my motivation roller-coasters.

So this morning, common sense said, "Sleep in." My cycling sense said, "Squeeze in a Dawn Ride." Which do you think I went with?

We are lucky enough to live in the Produce Basket of Massachusetts. Our town, I think, has more farms per square mile than any other on our side the Pioneer Valley. Below, some evidence, produced on my ride, of the deightful fertility we see everywhere we go.



Human Wrecking Ball said...

My boy Big Worm and I were marveling at the healing powers of a spin (just yesterday). Whatever is going on a bike ride will never make it worse.
An old guy I used to surf with back in day once told me: "It will all still be there on the beach when you are done."
I am sending super charged positive vibes to you and your Dad. I don't know if this will help but when my brother was getting treatment, I used to close my eyes and imagine the cancer cells dying. It made me feel like I was part of the process.
Hang in there.

Herringbone said...

The alluvial soil Of the valley....reminiscent of the Nile...carefully created through years of flooding and receding...put a peck under your tongue....savor the texture of time...Thanks for the memory.Best wishes to you and your Dad.Peace.

Velosopher said...

Thanks, guys -- I really appreciate it.