tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post7389745141348623302..comments2023-08-28T03:19:34.617-07:00Comments on It's Nelly's World: Into the FireMelissa Holbrook Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15617752678155038816noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post-36315139269344061452010-12-15T16:43:11.921-08:002010-12-15T16:43:11.921-08:00Knowing/not knowing. There is a rhythm as we move...Knowing/not knowing. There is a rhythm as we move between these two not unlike the rhythm of riding. <br /><br />You only get to know what's around the corner once you launch yourself into it.<br /><br />Yes, I anticipate pleasures ahead--even in the cold, nonriding hours, as today, walking in the woods all by myself with Nelly. Perfect peace. And I anticipate some things that could never have been anticipated, like Steve's elk (glad you did not make its acquaintance, not in that way, anyway).<br /><br />This whole blog is essentially locker-room stories, I just realized.Melissa Holbrook Piersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15617752678155038816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post-60685675998309360642010-12-15T10:50:42.499-08:002010-12-15T10:50:42.499-08:00How boring it would be if we knew what was around ...How boring it would be if we knew what was around every corner. The excitement of not knowing and learning from the new corner and then the next and the next.<br /><br />Years later you'll be able to share your experiences in the locker room.th_01https://www.blogger.com/profile/05880514192601964644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post-83244389734318885502010-12-13T20:09:58.207-08:002010-12-13T20:09:58.207-08:00I'm reminded of a ride on a favorite remote ro...I'm reminded of a ride on a favorite remote road when I'd been very successfully "looking through the turn" even when it was blind. The motorcycle was a extension of my will and was on a perfect line. Well, at least until on one of those blind turns the perfect line was occupied by an elk. Although it was nothing even resembling a close call it did cast a shadow on the rhythm I'd developed. The rest of the ride lacked the magic. <br /><br />I hope that your vision through this little blind turn is one of a great anniversary, shared with good friends near and far, and that it falls magically into place. Judging by the weather reported in the East I doubt that you will be marking the day with a ride (unfortunately, fellow Decemberist), but maybe you can relive one of your great rides; retrieve one of those stored nuts and savor it now.<br /><br />Have a great day!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08326095828030173795noreply@blogger.com