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….

Rust God

 Folks who read my book are usually surprised at all the God mentions, perhaps because they didn’t realize I’m so spiritual since I’m not religious. Bike riding, in fact, is a prayer to me. It’s a way to remind myself to trust God. Or, as this train car I passed today suggested, rust God.