Saturday: You figured out there will have been three kinds of love in your life.
1/ The love you felt as a child for the good people that raised you. A love of food, warmth and safety. A love that says: “You are mine!”
2/ The love you have for the one you fell in love with. Burning like a fire in your belly. With time, softening and reaching through your entire being. Filling you with strength and substance from fingers to toes, always. A love that says: “What’s mine is yours.”
3/ The love you have for these wacky tots. A feeling that tickles in your chest like gravity inverted for a moment. A love that says: “Guys, I am here for you. Come what may, I am here for you.”
Three kinds of love. One lucky soul…
This morning a long-postponed bicycle assault on a route you’ve wanted to explore for months. From the south of Taipei, over the two Northernmost spurs of Taiwan’s spine, the Central Mountain Range. Ends with a stunning descent to the Pacific Ocean on the East coast.
All day long the weather alternated between rain and torrential rain. You were wet through most of the way. The dry clothes in the bag were a lifesaver for the aircon train ride back to Taipei.
Pregnant with rain
A dark mass of cloud looms.
You labour on…
Don Cropper says... 