“Worship The Journey” is the motto of a bike shop in Melbourne. I think that is the ultimate in aptness. You don’t ride a bike to get from A to B quickly because obviously there are faster ways. The bike has just the right pace for taking in the beautiful sights, sounds and smells of wherever you choose to take it. The ride is not about the destination, it’s about the experience in getting there.
Bike shop with Worship The Journey displayed. Apologies for the lack of quality. Photo was taken from a speeding express train while on my way to work… Okay, not all journeys deserve worship. Just work with me on this.
I know an avid traveller who enjoys seeing sights, meeting the people, feeling, tasting and smelling the local environment in all the places she visits. After living in London for a few years she decided to go home to Christchurch, New Zealand, by herself, on a push-bike! She rode through Europe, Asia and Australia over twenty months. Check a world map. That, my friends, is Worshipping the Journey. Continue reading →
A thought struck me this evening… yes, it does happen occasionally! There’s lots of talk in many countries about banning the burqa because of the difficulty in identifying the person beneath and many other made-up reasons. There’s probably not quite as much talk about why Muslim women wear them or the more revealing hijab in the first place. Is it strictly an Islamic tradition? I’ve heard some claims it isn’t so much a religious requirement as an Arabic cultural thing.
We know it’s a synonym for something very difficult but really, it’s a misnomer. Where did the term come from? It was obviously coined by someone who doesn’t understand how simple it really is. Have you ever farted in a closed room and noticed people moving away from you? No? Er… actually neither have I but you can imagine the result. That’s basically rocket science but probably not what prompted Sir Isaac Newton to state that “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction” more than 300 years ago. Newton failed to see the childishly amusing interpretation of a falling apple as a tree farting fruit onto the sleeping scientist. But that was all about gravity, something rocket science is meant to overcome. Continue reading →
You know the feeling when you have a day off work and the next day feels like a Monday? Same routine as any week day but for some reason, because the previous day you weren’t at work, today just feels like a Monday.
Yesterday was Anzac Day in Australia – a public holiday in the middle of the week. So for me today, Thursday felt a hell of lot like the first day of the working week. But it was a typical weekday routine. So what made it feel different? Continue reading →
Imagine a loved one discovering they had been living with an unexploded time-bomb for God-knows how long. Possibly up to ten or twelve years. A time-bomb without the convenient digital readout telling you when it will blow. Continue reading →