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Calm, Relaxed, Submissive State

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Posted on December 23, 2023 by bikegoddess

The calm and bright from the sailboat on the Columbia River.

The lines from Silent Night echo in my mind often and without provocation at this time of the year. I think it’s a coping mechanism in my brain and much like breathing, it’s simply in my head on autoplay. I especially love the “all is calm, all is bright” line. There are many more.

“Glories stream” and “radiant beams” and the “dawn of redeeming grace.” Wow, right. I mean, the words alone are sunrises and you feel your heart fill with the potential of the universe. Plus, there’s sleeping in peace and heavenly hosts singing and the shepherds are quaking but who can blame them with all the beams and streams and glories.

I love it because it’s simple and majestic and there’s a meditation in the lyrics that helps me breathe and relax. There are such equisite simplicity in that carol.

Being alive is science and it’s also a miracle. It’s wonderous and any day you feel like you’re healthy means you are indeed wealthy. Any day your head is on and you feel like you’re in a good place is special and if you happen to be moving and grooving, well, that’s success!

At this time of winter darkness anytime a star wants to lend its light is indeed magnificent.

This was the first night which was delivering Santa to the public dock. Photo credit Christmas Ships.

Dear readers, at this time of the year I usually report a great year of biking. The miles ticked by and topped over and I feel like a Goddess to the tenth power! This fall has not been successful in miles. The weather has put quite a damper on my riding goals. I’ve also had a few mechanical issues and I’ve felt defeated by the number of things put on my work plate and much like a child who shoves superfluous items into the grocery cart, my work life has been full of excessive distractions and most of which are not even my job. But whatever.

What better time to admit that it’s been a daunting December. However, also delightful and successful in a different way. The days that I have been able to ride have been splendid and beautiful with sunrises that are breathtaking and remind you that the madness of the moment will pass.

Also I had some new experiences on water not land when my guy and I joined the Christmas Ship parade on the Columbia and Willamette rivers. Even though we thought we’d only do a couple nights, we ended up participating in seven of the 13. This is the 69th year of the Christmas Ships parade and I’m happy to report that both our boat and our marriage survived.

She’s also a biking pal who enjoyed our river run.

As it is the eve of THE EVE, I wanted to take time to be calm and mild and think about streaming glories and radiant beams of light since it’s been weeks of watching the boats on the rivers and seeing the community of people who pull this off. There are moments when the lights from the boats ahead or behind fill your soul and you know that it could all end right then and there but you’d be complete.

I ride and I ride a whole lot. I do have suggestions for gifts to buy the cyclist in your life, but that will have to wait. Maybe Valentine’s Day I do a post about that. I don’t even remember my Strava goals for this year and while I could look it up, I don’t really care. A year ago this experience with the Christmas ships was merely an ember. I never expected to be among the fleet of boats that participate in the parade. But now, I can’t imagine not doing it. That’s the thing about new experiences, they seem to crack open something in us that fills a void. The faces of people at the dock were indeed radiant and they were filled with a childlike innocence that was resplendent and angelic. I remember thinking, “It this what it’s like to be Taylor Swift? Is this what it’s like to be so beautiful that people line up to take your picture and applaud at your existence?”

Simply, yes, that’s what it’s like.

Our onboard noise makers and more importantly, friends.

However, to do this, we had to submit. We had to defer to those who have done it and we had to be passive and learn how to be meek and mild. That’s not easy! It’s a miracle we could set aside our egos and our will and fall into our place in the parade.

My life is much richer for having experienced the rigorous pace of doing Christmas ships and for hearing people from the docks and piers yell their appreciation and Merry Christmas greetings and telling us and all the ships that we were beautiful. We should all do that. We should all yell to one another how beautiful it all is and in those moments find the calm and mildness and simplicity of the moment.

Readers, thank you for being here with me in the moment. I’m grateful for your Likes and Follows and I wish you all the calm and mild you need this season and into each and every day of 2024.

Until next time, get out there and ride.

Summer Musings

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Posted on July 12, 2023 by bikegoddess

A muse is any goddess presiding over a particular art. Yes, that’s my photos of the Acropolis in July, 2019.

Summer musing is the best. It’s squandering time like you’re a kid and just rolling down life’s hills and letting whatever happen. Today for example I have been thinking about donuts. I often think of donuts. It’s because there was a time in my area that there were zero donut shops and now there are so many I could honestly have a donut every day from a multitude of places. I “donut” indulge often because donuts are my Achilles heel. I’ll overindulge and that won’t be good either. I’ll be in the corner with a box eating them like Homer Simpson.

After the donut musing I thought about Threads and I fingured out how to get on it last night and it’s nice. Most seem to agree that it’s like you realize you were in a very toxic relationship with the other one. I like it and since my blog posts no longer go out on the Twittersphere through WordPress, I thought I’d give it a looksee. I don’t know what to post yet, so I figured I start with a new blog entry. I’ll just ease into it. I’m still on Twitter, but I’m not really ON it at all. I guess like most people I have a love/hate relationship with social media. I don’t really like to share vast amounts of information on the socials, so even though I wanted to be closer to family, I’m mostly posting my Wordle scores and of course watching pet videos.

Next musing was whether to bike or go for a kayak today. I could try for both however, if it gets hot-hot, then it’s better to bike earlier in the day. I could take the Bromptie to the kayak and paddle around the marina and out onto the river. That is a very attractive option since we are hopefully getting the newly fabbed fuel tank and that will mean we can finally start our Summer of Sailing. Last summer I kayaked just before returning to school so this year I’ve been trying to get out once a week. Last week I went out of the marina and onto the Columbia River and it was spectacular. It’s my upper body workout plus you can’t beat the sounds of water lapped on the sides of the kayak and the ducks and the intimacy of being right there at each ebb and flow of the river.

Getting close to the pilings and the current is definitly got a mind of its own.

Then there’s book musing. When I’m not being Bike Goddess, I’m actually a middle school librarian and I love my job but I also love summer and reading the hours away and preparing video booktalks for my YouTube channel. I’m trying to become a YouTuber and the channel I have with my school district is doing pretty well, but once I moved everything to my home study I needed to step it up with lighting and audio so my hobby is becoming work and I’m struggling with that a bit. At school I can crank it out and post in the fallow moments between chaos, classes and Chromebook repair. Musing about that becomes overwhelming and I feel myself getting into a the bilge of details, so I push off and go back to the donuts, because, well, those beautiful pillows of sugar and all that’s sweet and glazey calms me down even if I’m just thinking about it versus shoving it in my face.

That’s the very essence of summer though, it’s pondering all the possibilities and considering what, if anything, you want to do on a lazy summer day when you can do anything.

Here’s hoping summer is being nice to you and you are getting some time to chill. Thanks for reading. I appreciate it.

Get out there and ride. Or kayak.

Tell me in the comments how you’re spending your time.

I’m Still Standing

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Posted on June 19, 2023 by bikegoddess

It has been too long dear readers. I’ve been remiss in my blogging. But, but, but… I can’t control where my mind wanders, but today with the dawn of summer on the horizon and the promise that I will be on summer break is imminent, Elton John’s song popped to mind as if was the 1983 all over again.

"Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind." 

Elton John, "I'm Still Standing" lyrics.

Since my last post, I’ve been in survival mode. Typically, it’s manageable, but this school year, it feels like everyone I talk to is experiencing the same overwhelming situation. If you’re an educator, this year has been beyond comprehension. It’s been filled with countless meetings, constant planning, unexpected changes, and more meetings to discuss those plans and changes. The pressure of managing school, students, and constantly wondering what comes next has kept me awake countless nights. Thankfully, I’m still standing. I might be wobbly, but, I’m determined to make it to the very last day. And once that day arrives, I look forward to finally being able to put aside all these thoughts and concerns and start picking up the pieces of my life.

Easier said than done. It always is. There is always a period of decompression and rest. I’ll have anxiety dreams about all the ways I’ve failed but I’m hoping that period will be shortened by fact that we are getting out later than normal, thanks to Jack Frost who made a late appearance and canceled school for like four days. I digress.

Think mazes. I’ve been in one of those mazes made of high hedges. Each turn leads to another hedge and another and it’s possible that I’ll need to be air lifted out. It feels like I’ve been trapped in it. Each turn leads to a new challenge, and I’m constantly searching for a way out.

If it wasn’t for my commutes in the morning and evening, the quality of my life would be much worse. My rides are my solace. They are the daily vacation from the chaos. The rides let me reset and if I’m lucky I can work out the issues, at least in my mind, before I get home so I’m fretting a bit less.

Readers of my blog, I thank you for engaging. I appreciate seeing you click the LIKE star and I know that someone out there gets me. I get a little notification and I think, whoa, cool! My absence from my own blog has been rough on me. I set a goal to ride my bike a minimum of 75 miles a week, but writing 75 words a week has been the real hill in my life of late. I’m excited about my own personal routines outside of work, and I have got some stories to tell.

Like I found a bike using Bike Index and reunited it with its owner! Yeah, you are not going to want to miss that story. I also found a bike for a friend who had his totaled in an accident (he’s fine, but his bike didn’t survive). Oh, and I found someone’s phone and its handlebar holster and actually got it back to them. So many stories amidst the busy days. I can’t wait to tell you more.

I’m grateful for your support and patience and the plan is to write more, ride more and I’m still standing!

Stay safe out there.

Bike Goddess

Degrees of Dull

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Posted on February 19, 2023 by bikegoddess

The sky looks like Milk of Magnesia and I’m not impressed with the forecast for the day. Not raining does not mean sun. There isn’t rain today but I did experience a brief misting. There is snow in the forecast for Wednesday, but for now it’s just dull.

I won’t say how stunned I am about how quickly this month is passing. I won’t drone on about the fickleness of the weather. I won’t invoke the various frustrations I’m having with the morning temperatures which hover in the high 20s and only climb to the mid 30s. I’ll reject the notion that spring is in the air, because it’s not. The gardening shops are putting out the pansies and it’s all I can do to resist the urge to buy them to brighten up the yard, but the fact is that there’s still frost on the roads and rooftops in the morning and I’m going to stay firm in my commitment to waiting. I’m here to announce that I’m trying to keep a steady cadence in life and I’m overjoyed that Monday is a holiday.

Holly Berry, my newest bike, is simply lovely and I enjoy taking her on rides she hasn’t been on yet. Today we went to the waterfront and looked at how the Milk of Magnesia sky met the gunmetal gray of the Columbia River and I enjoyed looking at her candy apple red frame against the backdrop of winter dull. She’s gleeful in a sea of dullness.

Last week I decided to ride in spite of the weather. I didn’t care if it was icy, I was going to give it a go and commute anyway. We had a late start on Tuesday because there was a bit of a dusting of snow at higher elevations but since school started 2 hours later I figured it would be okay. I’m glad I did so at least I have a sense of what it looks like when I ride in those conditions but I don’t know if I would do that again. Probably I would but I hopped up onto the sidewalk at several points on my commute since the bike paths were icy.

Why do you do it? People ask me that all the time. They cite various issues, like safety and time and of course the unpredictable weather. I guess I do it because it’s beautiful to see how nature works and behold with my own eyes how spectacular it all is. That and bragging rights! There are things about commuting that people often say seem dull. I don’t really get that because I can’t fathom commuting by car. While it is a challenge some days to get in gear and ride, I’d much prefer that to the alternative. I get to witness the sunrise and sunset and the birds and the blooming of everything. It’s like having a front row seat to a performance and sometimes it’s beyond awesome.

Winter is long and cold and sometimes it feels like it will never be over. I often remind myself in a commute that the seasons will change and to settle in and enjoy the moment I’m in. It’s not easy but when you breathe in that cold air and open your eyes wide you can see that it’s pretty special to just be in it all.

Wherever you are in the world and with whatever the season, I hope you’re doing well and enjoying the ride.

Thanks for reading!
Get out there and ride your bike

Bike Goddess

Frightful Few Weeks

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Posted on October 21, 2022 by bikegoddess

Not my skeletons but still a fightful few weeks!

Are they still on the lam? The local polic posted a photo of a white subaru and video of what appears to be some sort of pyrotechnics and then days and days of fire and smoke and evacuations. 18,000 acres burned. All because someone thought fireworks in a forest would be what? Fun? Stupid is and stupid does. I haven’t been on my bike since Monday, October 17th because the air quality numbers have been high enough to make me think I should brush up on my driving skills. At school students are inside for recess for four day. It has been yet another unprecedented week of chaos.

Smoking in restaurants was banned first in California in the 90s, but this isn’t smoking per se, it’s a forest fire. Firefighters worked tirelessly on the Nakia Creek fire which is near my school district. I live about 12 miles south and west, but it’s a fire…therefore the high winds and lack of rain means that lots of families were evacuated and the reverse 9-1-1 call made to many people I know. You may have seen news of the incident on the news but what you don’t see unless you too have been through it are the dire effects of all the smoke. It’s in my eyes, lungs and it feels gritty and gross. If I ever thought I could be a firefighter this week has eliminated that possibility.

Usually in the Green but several days of bad air makes you appreciate all the good air.

Two Mondays ago I commuted 11.6 miles in the morning but my husband picked me up because air quality was getting worse by the minute. Moving the needle of normal air quality from green to yellow to orange and red and before you know it you couldn’t see ahead much more than 3 feet. I commuted again on Friday, the 21st.

October 21st we finally had the first drops of rain.

Once the rain came it stayed and I’m happy it’s back even though I do complain about it. I admit that I prefer misty-moisty to burning embers, smoke, cinders and ash. However, somehow between the fires and mist I caught a cold. Not Covid, which is what everyone says now. “I got sick, but not Covid-sick.” I tested myself multiple times and I was negative for Covid but a cold caught me and regaled me with a sore throat, cough, massive headache and general malaise. I wish I could tell you that I stayed home, but I did not. I know, I know! Have I learned nothing? I know better but the educational system does not look kindly on taking time for oneself. It didn’t before the pandemic and it doesn’t now. I masked at school and took my DayQuil and pushed on through. Sometimes that’s the only option even when you know better.

What does this all mean? In the bike confessional, it means it has been two weeks since I’ve commuted my regular commute. Insert blood curdling scream here. I’d completed about 15 miles total which is disturbing and makes me long for the regular routine. I do this from time to time. I want a break from the routine, the grind, the day-today, but it’s never quite the break I want. I was thinking more along the lines of a vacation to a Greek island.

‘Tis the season of skeletons and pumpkins, monsters and ghouls however to me the scariest thing is not being able to ride my bike and be out there enjoying the scenery and breathing the clean air into my lungs and being happy to be alive. Here’s to health and happy trails and solid rain gear.

Keep riding dear readers and take care of yourself. Thanks for reading my blog. If you found some value in it please give it a Like and have a great day!

Bike Goddess

Paddle Over Peddle

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Posted on August 13, 2022 by bikegoddess

We cyclists work out the lower half of the body with every revolution. Whether we go fast or mosey our way to and from work or wherever, we are working out our legs, calves, thighs and gluts. We ride the waves of the pavement like a surfer amidst the swells. Our arms, biceps, shoulders and back hold us in place but they don’t get half the workout that our southern regions do.

Even professional cyclists have massively muscular legs with well defined calves and quads while their arms look like linguine. I’m not a professional but I do love it when I notice my leg muscles. I mean I can’t see ‘em but sometimes you flex and suddenly you’re like, “Whoa, those are my legs and dang, there’s some new definition there.”

In the waning days of summer as the start of a new school year looms I’ve been longing for the water. My guy sails and he’s very good at it. I love the feel of sailing but I admit that within a short time of being on board, I’m ready for a nap. The lulling action is like being rocked into the lands of Wynken, Blynken and Nod. Also, I’m here to admit to you dear readers that sailing is an all day event and unlike biking you’re at the mercy of the currents and wind and factors that on a bike you can usually change by going left or right and trying a different route. I’m not the sailor my guy is nor is he the biker I am.

Not my dog in the water, but that’s our sailboat.

We’ve been trying for over a week to go out for a sail, but there hasn’t been enough wind to scoot a napkin across a table let alone fill sails. We have a kayak and the ducks and geese in the marina have been terrible tenants. There was evidence of their derelict behaivor and partying so we decided to remind them that it belongs to us. Within an hour we had it all cleaned up and ready for action.

Geese what? They quite literally did #2 on our kayak cover.

After a deep cleaning and super scrub we successfully exfoiliated all the moss and algae and unidentified green goo from the underside and I went out for a paddle. Not a typo, I paddled a kayak. A paddle over peddle means that a muscle group heretofore unused got a bit a of a workout. It was a gorgeous dead calm day in the marina which means I had a great time paddling about like I was on an Olympic Paddle Team. It was glorious and I stayed out there for over an hour.

I’m not a seasoned kayaker, but I’m not a novice either. Here’s how it usually goes. I go out and then the next day my arms scream for relief and I don’t go out again for 4 years. I was thinking about that as I paddled around. Don’t overdo it in such a way that you never want to do it again.

Despite the fact that the opening to the Columbia beckoned to me like a siren I opted for the safety of the marina. I have no idea what the currents are like and IF my triceps could handle it.

I could stop and start and turn around pretty easily and I was feeling good. I was musing about taking a kayak trip of the whole Columbia, but of course, that’s the lustiness of adventure speaking. I paddled around and felt like a teenager who got their driver’s license. I didn’t know I could record kayaking as a Strava activity or else I’d have proper evidence. Next time.

What about that other muscle group known as the upper body? I’m happy to report that the next day my triceps were fine. Okay, a little stiff but if anything I feel ready to go again. I’m not as sore as I thought I would be. That must mean that I yell and wave my arms at offending car traffic enough to keep those muscles toned.

What’s the attraction? Why kayak instead of a bike ride? Some cyclists run. I’m not a runner. However with all these activities you are communing with nature and enjoying the world around you in a different way and seeing life from another perspective. I’m always up for that kind of adventure.

I rarely choose anything over a bike ride, but sometimes you gotta get out there are try something else. Paddle over peddle? Sure, it’s every bit as fun. What about you? Ever been kayaking? What did you think?

Thanks for reading my blog. I appreciate it and I hope you enjoy the rest of the month. Stay safe and take care.

Kayak Goddess. Nah, just kidding. It doesn’t have the same ring. Until next time, get out there and ride. Or paddle.

Bike Goddess

Oh Sunny Day!

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Posted on April 7, 2022 by bikegoddess

Spring Break is almost always a rainy mess where I live. I know I complain too much about the gray days but I admit that I love where I live and I can’t imagine life anywhere else. Spring Break usually means a week of Zwift rides. Today was the exeptional exception and I had a great 40-mile bike ride out to the Sellwood Bridge and back again.

As is often the case the day started out cold but the sun was up and at ‘em so I began to entertain the idea of a long ride while we were out to breakfast. I spent some time on Tuesday cleaning my bike fore and aft since there was encrusted bits of winter clinging to everything. Like a homeowner who knows exactly what stair creaks in the house, I knew my bike was overdue for some lube and general cleaning.

I spent an hour or more deep cleaning and despite the fact that the rear derailer is still a bit greasier than it should be my bike looks brand new. Of course I went for a ride to show off and got caught in the rain. That was Tuesday and I only went 12 miles, but still, I was feeling exultant about my work. Also I’m only too happy to put on my new rain pants. I have to blog about my new Showers Pass Transit rain pants. They are the best ever! I mean they are a game changer!

After breakfast, an indulgence on trio of French toast, I decided to try for Sellwood. The reason this is a big deal is because I’ve only ridden out there a few times and it’s usually during the summer when the days are especially long and I can usually find someone to ride with me. On this occasion I just thought I’d go it alone. No big carved in marble plans, but the opportunity to try.

The first big news is that a land bridge that’s been under construction for the last several months reopened and it’s my direct route to the I-5 Bridge. What a primo upgrade! I mean it’s amazing to traverse this route now. The areas that were gutted and rutted are made smooth. Truly an Hallelujah sort of moment for me.

The Vancouver Land Bridge got a new surface. It’s bliss!

I did a couple of errands and then decided to go for it. By this time it was getting warmer and I was regretting wearing my puffy coat but it’s Portland and I could probably ride naked and no one would notice. I went through the Columbia Slough which was the perfect viewing deck for both Mt. St. Helens and Mt. Hood.

Columbia Slough (slew) with Mt. Hood in the distance.

Like many things I haven’t done in awhile I was trying to remember how I wanted to get into downtown Portland. There are many routes but which one did I want to use? I almost always take the Broadway Bridge but I wasn’t certain if I wanted to go that way. There are several homeless encampments and friends have said that some areas should be avoided. But as long as I don’t get a flat I’m good, so I figured I’d forge ahead and if my Spidey sense kicks in somewhere along the way then I’ll go another direction. I have nowhere to be today except in the moment with my Sunny Day.

Everything was perfect. I mean picture perfect. I rode and rode and rode some more. I thought about how seamless the routes and trails and roads connect and I felt thankful to live here and to have been here since the beginning of the bike boom. While I often listen to a book or music I didn’t do any of that today. I listened to the air, watched the birds and squirrels. I felt warmth of the sun and watched the light sparkle like glitter on the river. I heard the wheels on pavement and the hum of my perfectly lubed rear cassette and I felt like this has been the moment I was waiting for over the last two years. It felt ever so slightly normal. I went from Vancouver to downtown Portland and then over the Sellwood Bridge and then took the descent into Oaks Bottom and rode along the Springwater Trail and then over the Tilikum Bridge and back into the city and home again. Three hours and 15 minutes to do 40.97 miles.

Unless you’re worried that I’m living in some sort of Bike-topia, there was an incident with a car wherein the driver cut in front of me in pursuit of a parking space. The driver’s window was down so I yelled at her that that was a dangerous move. She sheepishly apologised and I yelled, “Well, that’s not good enough.” I could have used some stronger language, but she did seem sorry.

Tons of greenboxing in Portland. Yes, that’s my riding bunny.

Out to Sellwood is one of my favorite routes because it takes me along the Willamette Riviera (River) and it brings back scores of great memories of my adventures when I was a youngster in high school exploring the city. Back when I was just discovering how much I loved bicycling everywhere. There was nothing like the current network of paths but there are still some spots that remind me how far the city has come. How far I’ve come as well.

This was the ride I didn’t know I needed. One of those great rides that remind you that you’re gonna be okay. That life is heartbreaking and yet you can still get on a bike and find a path and move forward. That’s a good day in the saddle.

The Tilikum Crossing Bridge open to the streetcar, bikes and peds.

The view from Fort Vancouver on my way home.

I didn’t go to Hawaii or someplace else for Spring Break. It’s not that I didn’t want to but I’m not ready for that sort of tourist travel yet. I was in Chicago recently not by choice but because my Uncle Harry passed away. I have more to say about that but this was the post that needed to be written today. It’s harder and harder to find our happy. Everything seems hard and it’s not like a bike where we can just shift and make something less difficult. I have two more days of Spring Break, then the weekend and then back to school. Today I had such a brilliant, beautiful ride that it was better than Hawaii.

Not better than Greece, but not much is.

Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog. I appreciate it! What’s a ride that makes you happy? Tell me in the comments.

Now go on. Get out there and ride.

Bike Goddess

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Calm, Relaxed, Submissive State

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Oh Sunny Day!

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