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Meditation on love

love is truth   love is fire   love flames

love leaps   love knows   love tries

love is loss   love gives   love takes   love balances all

love is light and shadow   love is revolution

love is red   love reddens   love blushes, like a maiden

love dances   love sits still   love is partnership

love hurts   love makes you bleed   love makes you live

love is infinite, inexhaustible, renewing, endless

everybody deserves love   love belongs to everybody

love holds   love releases   love never kills

love watches   love waits   love steps forth

love announces   love speaks   love provides

love drips   love moves   love is all

Sweet shots from a recent track day at PIR

 

It was a weird track day, with a misty morning that got progressively wetter. Driving in the rain is a great fun challenge as the edge of the car’s handling reduces to a razor-thin line. But this weird wetness after months of dry weather liquidated all kinds of junk on the track, and the second morning session was a total wash (pun intended) with utterly unpredictable handling. Thankfully the clouds parted around lunch-time and the afternoon sessions were pretty much unmitigated driving joy. I continue to push the limit on turns 10-11-12 and I clocked myself going one mile-per-hour faster on the back straight (up to 127) and one second faster lap time (down to 1.32) during the third session. Now I’m getting geared up for the next-to-last event of the season this coming Saturday at ORP.

Pictures taken by Charles White Photography (all rights reserved).

I wrote this poem a rather long time ago but it reverberates #august

Labor Day

August is a month
for remembering lost loves.
Loves gone and not pursued,
except in memories of feelings
that wrapped you tightly
in days past, that
caught you close and held on,
released…
Some loves left you,
flaring out with firework bangs,
dying even as they lived.
Others linger in the mind
as a restive breath that rises and falls,
a chorus of life,
relegated to the background, but
ready to become sound.

– E Bacon, January 7, 1999