Posts by Category: Mind

Friday Group Ride #461

Friday Group Ride #461

It’s a question of what grounds you. We all need that in our lives, right, a reset? I think one of the things that drew Padraig and me together was that we are both introverts. We recharge ...

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The Orbit

The Orbit

I am a person of multiple worlds. I hail from the South, a land as distinct as a foreign country. I chased adulthood in academia, but found it turning pedals. I discovered a home in New England, ...

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Friday Group Ride #460

Friday Group Ride #460

I’ve been on vacation, although this summer I did that weird thing where you just stay home and don’t go to work. A staycation. I didn’t have high hopes for it, but it has ...

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Ten, as in years. It was ten years ago today that I launched Red Kite Prayer. As I’m not a particularly goal-oriented person, but cast in a more Buddhist mode in that I enjoy the journey, I ...

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Friday Group Ride #459

Friday Group Ride #459

Is it sad that Chris Froome’s serious crash and subsequent withdrawal from the Tour de France has me more interested in this year’s race than I was before? It feels a little sad. Even ...

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Friday Group Ride #458

Friday Group Ride #458

A brand is a funny thing, isn’t it. A name, a feeling, a history (or some sort of story) attached to products of a certain type and a certain quality, sometimes varying wildly over time. ...

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Friday Group Ride #457

Friday Group Ride #457

An increasing number of people are coming to me to ask why cyclists look so stupid. The first few I answered with a nod and a chuckle. The next few I took more seriously (and mostly agreed with, ...

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Friday Group Ride #456

Friday Group Ride #456

I’m sure we’ve done this one before, but for the sake of symmetry and positivity, let’s do it again. For me, the moment that springs to mind most readily is Christmas morning ...

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A Quest for Understanding

A Quest for Understanding

When I coined the term “red kite prayer,” it started almost as a joke, as a way to acknowledge the efforts that come at the end of the day, when the personal idiot light has been on ...

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