Hey people. So, there's this rooster in France, who has a perfectly nice life on a family's small farm. They just keep a few chickens and grow food for their own family and probably swap with neighbors etc, oh-- and there's a pond with some ducks too. Sounds idyllic doesn't it ? Well... ~insert seventies porno music~
This rooster, apparently, likes to get him some duck, when he can. This has resulted in some rather interestingly feathered ducks hatching out at the old pond-- some with very fancy iridescent tails. Nice French lady figured, "What the heck?" and put them up on Etsy and "Voila!" (as they say). I now have myself some rather cool, if weirdly attained, feathers to make more cool stuff out of.
So, be prepared people. I'm not giving up on the whole feather thing yet.
When we rode today I wasn't a total all-star. I'm out of riding shape, and as of last night have decided I'm fat (Sorry, I know that bugs some of you, but when certain pairs of jeans don't want to cooperate and slip right on, I can't help it, I feel like a cow)-- so obviously I'm not in prime condition to be totally killing everything that is even within my skill level, BUT--- the stuff I made I made a lot quicker than before, and on a few things I used lower gears (or higher-- whichever is considered *harder*-- big 2 instead of big 1), and the stuff I didn't make it was just, "Oh well, didn't make it," not, "OMG I'm about to DIE!"
The fear factor was pretty much absent. Even previously scary descents that are super gnarly with tons of roots or loose rocks, I just kind of rode down at speed, knowing the bike would jump around, but not bothered by that. It was kind of weird. I'm going to have to watch it to not get over confident and crash. Every other year is pretty common I've heard. It's my goal to improve, have fun, and not crash big. Prepare to me mine, oh-eleven.
Now another *new idea* breadcrumb for you.
Once there was a girl, who felt most like her real-self when she could be outside, preferably in the woods, preferably running around pretending to be a wild animal, feeling secret and connected to the universe and like a burning fire with sparks of energy shooting out of her like stars.
Yes-- the girl in the story is me, and in this process of thinking of what creative direction my life/career (there's very little separation for me) is going to go now, I decided somehow this sensibility was going to be a big part of it. Somehow I've gone from being a sort of complicated loner, to someone to whom community is very important. This idea of the lost tribe is at the core of *new idea*.