Inspiration

It is raining. Hard. It’s 9am on a Sunday morning in September. It’s very windy and extremely chilly. I’m standing in mud in a carpark by the boot of my car and I’m removing my clothes.

I quite like to imagine Buddha riding a bike. He'd be wobbling his way down a dusty road, all barefoot pedalling, carefree and serene, radiating gleeful Zen delight. Have you ever felt a greater sense of simplicity when you're on a bike? Could we say that cycling is a new form of practicing mindfulness?