This is a pretty special month, not only is April 30 Days Of Biking, but it's also National Poetry Month! A beautiful combination and a lovely way to share with you some exciting news! Over the last few years I've been working hard on creating something special, something I hope will inspire you to travel deeper into your inner world and follow your heart. Yesterday I cycled my 40th heart route in Barcelona to share with you my big news... I've written a book! I'm so excited to finally be able to tell you, I'd love to invite you to join my mailing list below so I can keep you up to date with it's release date! For the whole of April I'll also be cycling my heart out in Barcelona and sharing poems along the way, two of my favourite things all rolled into one! So if you also love bikes and poetry, why don’t you join in with me? Cycle Your hearts out and I'll speak to you soon, Healed You were unplanned You kissed my open wounds Route by route You pieced me back together Pedal by pedal You kept me breathing You kept me riding Year after year Continuing to share through the pain Continuing to share despite the pain And in the end An open book because of it all
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Offline Inside my Cancerian shell Cooking up a feast A feast full of love, dreams and ambition A feast full of drinks, overflowing with gratitude, A feast ending so sweetly Reminding me what was missing from all the other meals High in courage and free from self-comparison A feast so delicious I invite you To travel To this VIP location Inside yourself For the most rewarding meal of your life Then once you're full Feel free to invite others Maya here!
Sarah's let me take over her blog today and I'm super happy to share with you my first heart route! But first let me share a little bit about me. I was born on Valentine's day and my name means love in Nepali, my favourite snack is broccoli and I'm obsessed with chasing pigeons. People seem to think I'm a small bear or cat sometimes... but I'm sure I'm a Pomeranian. One minute I'm chasing pigeons, sniffing grass and finding a good spot to roll around in, the next minute Sarah picks me up and puts me in some sort of flying bed. It's strange but kind of cosy cause she's put my favourite blanket inside. Not sure why she's put me here... Wow I'm super high up, I miss the floor let me outta here! Ok escape fail, she's harnessed me in... My fur feels sort of strange, it's like she's blow drying me after a shower, except it's nice and cool. So many humans keep staring at me, everything's moving around me so fast, Hold on a minute... I recognise it all, its my favourite walking route! I recognise the smells and the trees, those purple flowers on the floor, this is the park full of dogs that always want to sniff me. Ok we’ve stopped, Sarah is giving me lots of hugs and doing that strange high pitch voice, the same as whenever I’ve peed on the grass or sit down. I think I’ve done something she likes as she’s just given me my FAVOURITE BONE, Nothing else matters right now, just me and my bone, the cool blow dryer on my fur. I like this flying bed, I could get used to this. I’ll tell you about the rest of the ride later, I’ve got some serious chewing to do. 13/2/2020 0 Comments Heart Route 37 in BarcelonaQuiet Love No need to sweep me off my feet Just a forehead kiss will do No need for extravagant jewellery Your hand holding mine will do No desire for a giant bouquet A plant that blooms will do No surprise luxury hotel A tent under the stars will do No fancy restaurant needed A heart-shaped ride will do No need for changing you Your quiet love will always do 26/11/2019 0 Comments Heart Route 35 in Altea, SpainBody still, Mind on fire The numbness spreads My legs gone dead If only I could move The tenacious fly That active gardener If only I had silence My familiar friends Worry and Fear Always around, but never welcome Body still, mind on fire Breathing interrupts Damn that feels good Stomach growing like a balloon Emotions join the stream Thoughts pass like clouds Even the ocean seems calmer Sitting cross legged Silence starts to spread Body still, flames reduced Mind at peace Those Three Words Where conversation fails to end Where your eyes say what words can't Where your arms feel like home When the moment feels right That sentence Unable to stay unspoken Rolling off my tongue And into your heart Those Three Words In June 2013 I sat on Rambla del Poblenou with my good friend drinking wine. As I complained about my bad luck with men, my friend decided it would be a great idea for me to sketch my dream man, so I did.
I drew his thick dark wavy hair, big beard, tall muscular body, wearing a green T-shirt. I sketched him as if he was sitting in my friends chair drinking the wine, I then closed the book and never looked at it again, until now. Fast forward 5 years... I’m cycling my heart out on my 31st heart route with my boyfriend, and for the first time in my life, I’m in love. We are cycling a heart route which he created himself, and is randomly almost identical to my 2013 one. As we cycle along Rambla del Poblenou, I realise my sketch has came to life, he was real. There he sat, his thick dark wavy hair, his beard, sipping his red wine, on the same street as 5 years ago. It turns out he was along the heart route the whole time, I’d cycled past his flat on my 2013 heart route, but before we could meet, I had a few lessons I needed to learn... |
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