A new one begins every nanosecond and every journey ends there…
This motorcycle trip started September 1st and ended October 1st right where it began. The whole point was to get gone. And fondest farewell. 5,849 miles of smiles with old friends and new and experiencing for the first time the joy of making time. The trip seemed to last forever. Yet I’m back in a flash. The strange temporal experience makes me wonder about the Tao of “forever” and the universal desire for more time.
Over the years I must have heard it a billion times over the phone, from the studio, or pleading from the garden: “I’ll be there in a nano, It’ll only take me a nano, Give me just one more nano.” A billionth of a second? How could someone who lived so large think in such tiny increments? I believe it was her way of making more time — divide a second into a billion parts and you can make it last really long. Here’s to her … there’s way too much forever but not nearly enough time.
Vaya Con Dios, Novia … Amor Eterno.
Margaret left us doing what she loved: basking in clean country air, bright sunshine, and endless pastures of wildflowers. There may never be another engagement with nature like the one by Margaret.
There’s a billion photos of this trip but only a couple “shots.” The first post of the trip is Interrupting Geologic Time. It was the second day and I was riding through the Chiricahua Mountains of Southeastern Arizona — Margaret & I explored there on a trip celebrating our graduation from college. Starting from Fort Stockton that morning led to Phoenix after 14 hours in the saddle … most of it in the 100+ degree heat of West Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona. After that the weather only got better. You can take this trip forward or backward or inside out depending on how you click. And it only takes a nano.
6 thoughts on “Return To Forever, Again”
welcome back amigo
I think you should write a book on the great trip. Where will part two take you?
Well Pt 2 would take you to the same place all trips begin…and end. But the Dark Knight has earned the right to live out its days in the museum on Harvard Street where it’s being retired. I can ask no more of this magnificent creature. Already shopping for an “old man” bike I can ride to Whole Foods. It’ll be cool though.
I have followed your magnificent trip in honor of Margaret and all that you shared. I have been touched with each word and photo. My heart has forever been changed with her presence. Thank you Nick. Sending you an abundance of love and light, Suzzanne
I feel your rays… merci.
Wow Nick, what an honor it has been to read your journey. actions speak louder than words
but not on this chronicle they are equally eventful. I wish you happiness and love, Jane