Pattern Recognition
by Dhamaka
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"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better"
........ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"Every time I see an adult on a bicycle I no longer despair for the future of the human race"
........ H G Wells
"Luck favours the prepared mind"
........ Louis Pasteur
"Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction, and somewhere in the terra incognita in between lies a life of discovery."
........ Rebecca Solnit
"Give, give, give -- what is the point of having experience, knowledge or talent if I don't give it away? Of having stories if I don't tell them to others? Of having wealth if I don't share it? I don't intend to be cremated with any of it! It is in giving that I connect with others, with the world and with the divine."
........ Isabel Allende
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs - ask yourself what makes you come alive, and then go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."
........ Harold Thurman Whitman
"The real voyage of discovery consists not of seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes...."
........ Marcel Proust
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More from last friday
the first time I've understood the concept of 'dress as confection'
last night's last minute commission
Eurostar competition win
Huge Silver Cyclist in front of the Laurent Fignon Centre with the Hautes Pyrenees in the background
We stopped at the Laurent Fignon Centre outside Bagnes di Bigorre as part of a tour of this Mecca for cyclists. "Would you like me to take you on a circuit?" said a fit and gorgeous man. Of course I said yes, deciding not to say that I was just 4 months out of chemo. Our ride began over rolling hills with a long, slow ascent. The clean, bright air smelt of rich earth, woodlands and sage.
We passed the place where Eugene Christophe, the first rider to wear the yellow jersey of the Tour De France, fixed his broken bicycle fork and the public spring where old-style riders topped up on water before the ascent to Tourmalet. It was incredibly difficult. I had not ridden up mountains since well before the cancer. My heart hadn’t pumped blood like that for over a year, and there were times I thought that my legs would just stop. But as the ride got harder so did my determination not to let my new friend down. During one of many stops (I pretended it was to drink but actually needed the rest) I realized we were doing part of one of the legendary Tour de France Etapes! After that pain didn’t matter. Nor did the thirst that came more from post-chemo sweats. It wasn’t till I felt the change of altitude at the back of my head that I realised with wonder how high we had climbed. The view was stunning; the lowlands’ rich greens contrasting wonderfully with purple-grey mountains dusted with bright white snow.
What a journey! What a buzz! And oh what physical pain! I knew then, in my heart mind and legs that the bad times were over and that recovery from chemo would be another exciting journey.
Unfortunately the prize had to be taken next week and I just don't have the bandwidth for it .... so can't go on to the next stage and try for the prize I wanted
