The
machine
at the
gym
has me
rowing
to nowhere
by way of
regular
rhythm
that
carries
me in
there
where
knowing
where one
is going
is not
desired
or required
and quiet
and glad
encounter
thereby
vivifiessrm
In there
Betwixt Lakeland & Edinburgh
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Moving your body, feeling your lungs expand with air and your muscles burn with exertion. Sometimes there’s nothing sweeter (or more enlivening). Love this Simon! Big hugs….
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Thank you! – for your knowing, and for the hugs. For you, too xx
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Poetry so true…your words remind me how good it feels once in the rowing rhythm….body and machine combine…I have a rowing machine at home…it’s leaning unused against the wall…rather neglected..will dust it off and get moving again…going nowhere fast!
Also love your “late summer milking time” sketch….well realised and great choice of colour for that time of year
🙂
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