We are away in the motorhome for a few nights, just over in Kaiaua so not far away. It is one of our favourite getaway spots for when we don't have much time.
Yesterday we went to the funeral of F's grandfather and it was definitely more a celebration of his life which is what everyone wanted. What an amazing life he had... the risks he took, the thousands of people he made happy along the way and the wonderful family he had.
One poem that was read out really resonated with me. It was called 'You start dying slowly' and while it's been around for years, I hadn't heard it.
You Start Dying Slowly
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…
I think I've ticked more than a few boxes on that poem but it's a reminder that we need to keep enjoying life, being a bit crazy and doing what you enjoy while you can!
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Today Stu and I went for a good bike ride from here to Miranda (26 km). My thoughts on my ability to ride and enjoyment of riding are mixed. Firstly, the trail we rode is only Grade 1 which means the easiest. For me it's a mix of elation (that I can ride) and failure that I can't ride better. Let me explain... I am NOT a confident rider and I see loads of other women my age with much better riding skills than myself. I'm great riding wide trails with good surfaces but rubbish when there is a risk of skidding off or encountering tight corners or narrow bridges etc.
I get an adrenaline rush more due to fear than fun but perhaps it is from the satisfaction that I'm actually doing it? Seriously, as I ride along I have such a mix of emotions. I know my limits and would never attempt more difficult trails—I've tried and ended up crying. My darling riding companion (Stu) is so patient with me and always looks back to make sure I managed a difficult part. I like him to ride in front usually so that he can scout out the path for me.
So there you are, I did the ride today and came back in one piece with the satisfaction that at 68 years of age I can still ride. By the way, yes we have ebikes but trust me, it's still exercise!
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| My handsome grandson, we love that boy so much. |
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| A proud Poppa and his boy :) |
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| Me, my daughter and F - I find it difficult seeing photos of myself these days but that's life, I'm not a spring chicken anymore. |
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| One of the stops on our ride today. |
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| Half way, ready to ride back. |
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| Cows along the way :) |