Praying with turtles

So much bad is happening in the news, and I needed a few hours in prayer. My church is nature, and so I headed to the river, where I stopped mid-bridge while Traveling at the Speed of Bike on a path often flooded lately (but not today) to watch a bunch of turtles sunning on…

My truth

So on this Passover and Easter weekend (we celebrate both in my family), I’m thinking about God a lot, and about how what I’m doing on social media isn’t working to serve him/her. Way back when, when I first started blogging (some of which is captured in my book, Food for My Daughters), I got…

Seeing the forest

  Traveling at the Speed of Bike helps you see the forest for the trees. And during this week of International Forests Day, when my local forest keeps getting cut down more and more, I honor what’s left and connect to a force that is larger, greater, and more sustaining than even the roots of…

If anyone wants to join me

While resting my bike in a field of clover so I could check on the public serviceberry and mulberry trees yesterday on Atlanta’s Freedom Parkway PATH, I got to thinking how pretty it was, how simple. And then I got to thinking (yet again) how we’re doing it wrong, in general — this life thing….

The universe conspires

But I’m not happy here, and I know it. I trust the journey, and I sense perhaps that my lingering and pervasive ennui is a sign God wants me elsewhere. Once I put this thought out in the universe, the universe conspires in my favor. Elsewhere comes in the form of a Help Wanted ad, and…

“Tell me where you need me”

I thank God every morning for the beauty and glory and honor of this new day, and I ask for his guidance to do the job for which I am intended. In other words, “Tell me where you need me, buddy. I’m yours.” And he answers me each day with someone crossing my path that…

I get one and only one answer

I pray, and every time I ask God for guidance, I get one and only one answer. “Ride your bike, Pattie.” The answer comes loud and clear. It comes without explanation. It comes over and over again. It is the only answer I get. It is the only direction, the only step forward, the only…

Schwinneola

This is me and Schwinneola. I bought her for $74 at Walmart on Old Country Road on Long Island so I could have a bike to ride around where I grew up (Mineola, NY), so I could live and write the epilogue to my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike. A lot happened inside…