Being a cello sherpa is one of life's great joys, especially if the cello belongs to someone you adore. Some dreams manifest more gracefully than others. Playing the cello remains a dream of mine, but the conditions for this dream to materialize have yet to fall into alignment but I chose develop close relationships with a racing bicycle rather than a cello. But being able to carry a cello is a magical experience I have now been able to enjoy on several occasions. For a few years I was...

"Enlightenment is always there. Small enlightenment will bring great enlightenment. If you breathe in and are aware you are alive - that you can touch the miracle of being alive - then that is a kind of enlightenment." ~Thich Nhat Hanh Racing bicycles is painful. Very painful. And although it can also be elating, meditative and exciting beyond words and freeing, it always remains painful. This is guaranteed. Exploring one's mental and physical limits within this sport is a process...

Life Without a Cell Phone I have never owned a cell phone. I have never sent a text message. I have used a cell phone less times than the number of fingers I have on one hand, and one of those times I wish I could take back. I own one phone. It's a black plastic cradle phone with blue buttons and white numbers with four small yellow buttons on the bottom which read "hold", "redial", "volume" and "flash". I still wonder what "flash" indicates hoping that there would be a secret strobe...