Will (you) Still Love Me

God gave you a gift of 84,600 seconds today. Have you used one of them to say thank you-

As the week comes to a close, my wish is that every passionate soul reading on this brilliant morning will be able to take some time to reflect and look ahead with enthusiasm to this coming weekend, despite whatever challenges we may anticipate encountering.

As one week ends and another begins, we have been afforded the opportunity to make choices, our own personal choices, and it’s my sincere hope that each one of you is committed to practicing mindfulness, tiny little “baby steps” that will enable us to live with kindness, with purpose, beautifully, and in so doing, living more fully.

Notes:

Introduce yourself to something new this weekend, a brisk walk, meditation, a few new friend(s), your spouse/lover … Be inspired this weekend and please take care!

CultFit Introduce


Personas Bastante Fresco

Mankind’s biggest blunder, ignorance. Mankind’s second, infallible-

To all of my Kind, Caring and Passionate readers … Thank you for your continued support of this CultFit thing!

Stay pure friends and be well this evening!

Can you hear my heart?!?


Bless Air’s

… gift of sweetness, Honey

from the bees, inspired by clover,
marigold, eucalyptus, thyme,
the hundred perfumes of the wind.
Bless the beekeeper

who chooses for her hives
a site near water, violet beds, no yew,
no echo. Let the light lilt, leak, green
or gold, pigment for queens,
and joy be inexplicable but there
in harmony of willowherb and stream,
of summer heat and breeze,
each bee’s body
at its brilliant flower, lover-stunned,
strumming on fragrance, smitten.

For this,
let gardens grow, where beelines end,
sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;
where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise
in pear trees, plum trees; bees
are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.

– Carol Ann Duffy

CultFit Meadow


e(Tude)

Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, Sauté it, whatever. MAKE-

Best of luck to those of you participating in these awesome events this weekend!

SingleSpeed USA

Omaha Corporate Cycling Challenge

Are there times during the day when you wish you could tap into your creative side? What does creativity mean anyway(s)? Is creativity “something” through which you express yourself during yoga class or while enjoying an evening ride, or is creativity “something” that keeps you feeling connected to the earth and those around you?

During a few periods downtime today and throughout the weekend, brushing and flossing your pearly whites or taking a walk in the local market, explore the opportunity to tap into many of the great ideas we have that often get overlooked during the rush of the day. Consider brushing your teeth with your opposite hand … There is “something” happening in these special moments too, which are equally significant in our lives, if we pause and listen.

Notes:

The creativity many of us search endlessly for, is already there Maybe we need to learn how to sit back, feet up, relaxedchill  and allow “things” to happen?

Have a brilliant weekend and please be well!

CultFit Field


The Circle

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it-

How often has a monarch butterfly alighted on your arm while riding your favorite path? Not this morning … Yet I do notice that when a certain quiet descends within, the blue jays and wild grouse venture close, still somewhat hesitant in their flight and chatter, although closer with less apprehension.

As I write this morning, my mind is populated by what is happening out on the surrounding roads. My daily routine has taken on its normal seasonal rhythm, the ebb and flow of gliding past bending branches, alongside randomly arranged rows of this seasons harvest.

Suddenly, there is a change.

My pulse quickens and I become alert when sparrows begin their anxious chorus then fall deadly silent. Without looking, I know they perch themselves, arched and frozen. Seeking to blend in with their surroundings, to avoid the searching gaze of a brown snake who lurks below. I know it is the silent one who mutes the sparrow, chatter does not break when I drift along the road like early morning fog.

Sadly, (for many of us) nature is clipped neatly into slices that fit into a weekend’s back country hiking trip and a fenced in playground, riddled with signs warning us of one hazard or another.

Notes:

What does my little rant have to do with practical matters in your neck of the woods? Nothing really, although I do have a feeling that cycling, being immersed in nature is precisely the solution to so many of the issues that have taken a hold of us.

CultFit Night