A book about using fresh perspectives and adopting the right mindset to conquer obstacles in your path as you pursue your dreams. Not only are there wonderful stories in each chapter, they also included some pictures of their experiences as they peddle along together.
I finished their book titled, Wheels of Wisdom by Tim & Debbie Bishop. It is a story a pair of well-connected people on a bike trip together. They are bicycling across America. Taking in the scenery and experiencing adventures, new shared perspectives, and they are finding ways to overcome daily obstacles on the open road together.
This book incorporates faith through this couples’ experiences and the sharing of their thoughts. They also share an eye for the right details as they penned this book and they provide many philosophical reflections in the chapters of this volume of unified spiritual travel.
I never thought about how little one can take on a trip like this one.
Doing without isn’t always a burden but a blessing in some ways. Debbie writes about becoming too attached to her belongings as she describes how she did her laundry. Drying it by hanging it on her back rack so it can dry in the wind as she peddles on towards another destination. Socks, tops, and bike shorts hanging from her bike in various ways while tackling heavy traffic.
Only the bare necessities can be kept on the road trip via a single bicycle because excessive weight can cause too much swaying and overly tired legs.
While in North Dakota, Debbie loses one of her cherished sandals and she realizes that even though, she is heartbroken because she was attached to these rather expensive sandals, the incident reminds her not to become too attached to her possessions. Instead, she focuses on the beauty of nature around her as she bikes through the area. Debbie redirects her feelings. She knows that traveling simply is best. Her freedom to enjoy the area wins over dwelling on her painful loss.
Balance in life is important and it relieves stress. Shifting thoughts often helps to decrease grief felt over a loss. When one’s burden is too heavy, make it easier by lightening it. Excess baggage can drag a person down.
However, the clutter that I am talking about is emotional clutter inside our heads. Baggage that we don’t let go of or get rid of because we are mad, jealous, bitter, and we keep a grudge stored up inside our souls. This creates an unhealthy mental process inside us. Our thinking becomes cloudy with hate and resentment.
Tim addresses this emotional baggage while in Oregon. He writes about identifying the problem and purging it to move on and progress towards one’s goals.
If you need to forgive someone or grieve a loss, then do it because it will set you free. Surrender to it, and choose to move on for your own freedom from it. Then, celebrate life without the burden. It will be more meaningful and you will fulfill much through this process of letting go to enjoy this world without that rusty, heavy anchor pulling at your soul.
This couple addresses many challenges as they continue to travel while changing together to pursue their shared goal. Challenges however rough can transform a person.
Debbie writes about challenges in life and making an effort to take them on.
In our daily lives, there can be many challenges like social ones, physical ones, or even financial ones that nag at us. Debbie writes about a physical challenge that bothers her as she peddles through Oregon’s countryside. However, she tells how the experience becomes worth her pain because of the breath-taking beauty she sees in an amazing combination of forests, snow-covered mountains, and lava fields. Her satisfaction at the end of her day becomes priceless to her.
Enduring pain can often pay off with such tremendous happiness if one just hangs in there and faces the challenge. Sometimes the change is so significant and if a person allows it to transform them, they can feel a wonderful liberation inside their bodies that moves them to believe in the commitment to conquer these daily challenges. They are often out of our control and can’t be avoided.
Bumps in the road. Yes, there are many on this trip, and they don’t always turn out the way that was planned but they often are worth it in the long run because they provide such wonderful reflections on life and solving those unplanned struggles that pop up without warning.
So, pick up this book and learn more about using wisdom to conquer those bumps, detours, and learn how to avoid self-inflicted pain. Debbie and Tim will provide the life lessons and show you how to appease your restless spirit as you turn the pages of their book penned together.
**The publisher has provided me with a complimentary copy of this printed edition through BookCrash.
A Different World
A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.
Nature and what it brings…
A Different World
The sky seems low to the ground,
A heavy mist or a light rain in the air,
My shoes squelch in the puddles,
The river runs fast,
The little footbridge is covered in wet leaves,
A large of group of trees surround it
And it is so quiet here,
The wind chafing the leaves together is all I hear,
It is a forest of sap and darkness,
Pathways through the woods,
A different world,
With water meadows and overgrown spots,
Abandoned shelters and eerie unnerving shadows,
The feel of isolation is keen,
My instinct to turn around and leave,
But the beauty of it draws me in,
A walk even if the weather isn’t perfect,
I gaze at the swift water and long for the summer
A small cat appears,
On the bank before me,
Cleaning its paws and then, it runs away.
To be an animal–they cope so differently
Than us humans.–J. E. Cook ©2017
~Roxy’s finished Painting~
~The painting I finished during this class~
~My prototype that we used during the class to follow as an example~
Book a Paint Bar Painting Party today with me and enjoy a session of art therapy with your favorite group of friends. We supply the canvas, paints, brushes, and light snacks for one price per person. You can pick your subject to paint for your party group and the theme of the party. It’s a fun experience that you can remember by hanging your finished product on your wall or giving it away for a gift to a special someone.
This is my big-eyed Mermaid Close-up.
This one is in progress to be a Mermaid Painting…
~The finished painting of Mermaid by the Sea~
To have his hand by me for comfort and safeness
After a day of thinking about the worst
And now happy that it didn’t happen
His solid body next to mine,
As I think about how crazy it was to imagine
Embarrassed by it,
However, a mistake is
What happens when I am preoccupied
Distracted and not looking at the details.
Accidents are accidents—not on purpose.
Closer to him now,
My body fits his shape well,
The residual effects are now gone
Because of him. –J. E. Cook (C)2017
A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.
leaving a place of love and happiness…
Moving is scary to me,
Leaving the things behind that I became
Accustomed and familiar to
the change of the seasons every year,
those colors the tree leaves always
become every fall,
the sunrises and sunsets full of the
emptying cloud ranges,
the places on their horizons
that I view each day after day,
sitting on the deck at dawn
watching the day begin and end,
In the morning, the sky bringing up its light,
sitting right beside the big Maple tree
that I will always miss after I am gone
listening to the rise of the day,
nothing there, except me and that
a tree where my daughter spent her
afternoons after school swinging, talking with her
friends, and climbing with her cat,
daylight arrives and I think of haunts of this land,
I’ll miss this tree, the memories will bring it back
After I am gone,
But what I’ll miss even more is this weird little
White house I bought myself,
It’s creaking and moaning during thunderstorms,
Its own pellicular grace and style
That brought me happiness so many times
While I was here.
The garden that I tended and worked in
With its life cycles each season,
Tiny seeds being pressed into the soil
Waiting for them to poke through
Maybe, I am just a seed, too
What I’ll remember most is my bedroom
Because it is right beside my big Maple tree
It stands there like a soldier guard,
My bedroom windows look out to the garden
That I love,
I hate to be a long time gone from this
Place of love and happiness
But, I am moving on. –J. E. Cook ©2017
Allie & my daughter, Victoria having a discussion under the big Maple.
In Divinity’s developing, early spring garden
Where many flowing wildflowers flourish,
to produce and cultivate others,
To promote so many varieties in color,
these shades of her beautiful tints stretch
for miles and miles…
such as beauty often does but never lasts
past its challenging termination,
One may never find it
In the same precise shades again,
like heaping painted canvas clinging to the knolls
And the spreading valleys,
nature’s brush of changing colors,
with each hue as bright as the sunshine,
kissing the splendor dispersed over our land,
When a heavy winter coat of white
Arrives and covers the same spots,
This ground rests and sleeps until
spring in the coming year,
then these fragrant blooms come back,
stretching and multiplying over the
Endless growing territories,
Building a constant circle of nature at its best,
the brush of Mother Nature creating art
From loam, mud, and particles of dirt
By mixing the drops of constant rain
with the warm
Endless breezes helping her,
This creation reminds us that miracles exist
And our ultimate survival depends on her,
without her touch, man and his family
Would not flourish like the blooms of
These renewing buds
Coming from dry seeds shall carry us on,
as they are blown across the world,
the rain showers arrive to nourish them,
The fall season always prepares the soil for
The approaching slumber,
the endless sun will keep bringing
Its warmth every spring, and
into the rumbling summer,
and soon it will be time for dancing
And working insects to cultivate the
without her hand, nothing matures,
Mother Nature is our keeper,
and the land’s tending gardener,
There’s no need to change her routine
because it fits our necessities for life,
with the essential gifts of her love.
–J. E. Cook ©2017
This book is based on the correspondence of Eudora Welty & Ross Macdonald edited by Suzanne Marrs & Tom Nolan and it is quite a treasure to read.
In one letter to Welty:
“I don’t quite know what is happening to the country, or has already happened. A friend, formally in the government, writes from Washington about “the coming constitutional crisis,” as he calls it. I believe the country has gone through a moral crisis and failed to recognize it. We proceed cheerfully on our desperate way like a man with a bad doctor and a fatal illness.”– Kenneth Millar (102)
After reading this quote, I thought about how it is so fitting to our current situation in our country!
In her next letter to him I noted this passage relating to the above passage from his letter:
“…I think, the same feeling about the awful things we were perpetrating upon that midnight clear (in Vietnam). I hope and hope, while knowing there’s damage that can never be undone and something lost we can never get back. Just hope for the end of the killing–I think it has to come soon, don’t you?” –Eudora Welty to Kenneth Millar in a letter. (105)
I believe–Hope is always what keeps us going on in times like these! These writers’ thoughts seem to relate to our country’s current government decisions and actions.
As I continue to read and reflect on this:
As I read this thick volume slowly, I reflect on so much of the material covered in their correspondence through their letters, specifically what Welty tells him about nature, writing, and also how he responds to her questions and her personal concerns in the areas of her writing and doing interviews. This can be so useful to authors and poets today. Millar is always reinforcing her through his perspective on her writing talents and her public speaking engagements. When she doubts her written work and her speaking abilities, he always seems to have the right answers about her troubling thoughts and how she might be somewhat off the mark with her personal reflections on her public interviews that she reveals to him inside her letters. Millar gives her his expert perception on them, and they are always on spot with what is happening with her writing and her unique capabilities. She, in turn, does the same for him often through her reviews and her feedback on his writing.
Their relationship was truly a working one as far as their writing is concerned. They seem to feed off of each other and reinforce each other as they correspond making their writing endeavours stronger and more successful as years go by.
I will be reading more about them soon and I may post more here on what I find in this treasure of a book about Welty & Millar and their growing relationship as they communicate with each other through letters.
I remember many shared seconds, minutes, and hours
Some so very special and others too intense with violence,
You came into my life after I cast a wish in desperation,
I thought you were my granted remedy to life’s
Classification of love,
Those first months were full of it,
You seemed strong and well healed,
Like you overcame all your life’s disappointments, trials,
And countless teases filled with scorn.
We grew together and shared our closest thoughts,
The outside world crept in on us,
We were unable to keep the gate locked and sealed,
Your anger over not being in control,
Consumed and punished your soul,
Our joyous dances were tarnished and battered,
I couldn’t comfort you enough to make you forget,
Your past was defining you once more,
Our dual carriageway became more difficult to navigate,
You took with greed and stopped sharing or giving,
Now you are at rest it appears,
Making me a widow; something I thought about often.
Some days I still recall you as my head pounds
With pain reminding of your numerous punches
In that one place,
Recalling your muscular knees digging into my narrow shoulders
As you sat on my hurting chest,
Me sinking further into the quilts crafted by your
Mother’s blind hand,
My breath slowing and pausing,
Hearing background noise mingled with familiar voices,
A slight imbalance,
Enough to gain a bit of control,
Then standing by the dark window,
Screaming so loud as my lungs would allow,
Feeling the swelling and bruising of my face,
Seeing you inches from me,
Gawking and shaking,
Turning and fleeing,
Those are not memories, I wish to recall now,
Only the sweet times that we had and captured,
I will still protect those as I thought you once did,
You will never read this,
I am compelled to release it,
My misery is over and you have gone into eternity,
I don’t know if you will be granted that next life.
I always loved you and I am told by your mother
How sorry you were for what you did to us,
I couldn’t live with you anymore,
My daughter’s protection is always my charted purpose,
I will shield her from you as she saved me from
Your aspiration to make me your dead target.
Your slamming hands created some permanent nerve damage,
However, your fate has ended our suffering now.
You are my beloved, and always will be because I forgive you,
As I keep recalling one scene from our shared past,
Opening the door, finding you on the enclosed porch
Appearing to be sleeping with several electrical cords
Entwined and wrapped around your neck tucked inside
Your dusty work jacket as your eyes opened to meet mine
In the dim morning light streaming in through those porch
Windows as tears rolled down your whiskered covered
Those eyes blood laced and tired,
You tried to hang yourself in our tiny garage along the alley,
But the beam broke under your weight not allowing you
To complete your yearning that early morning.
You destroyed us as they craved for it,
Demolished the trust, our loyalty, and our love
With your growing hatred,
You were ailing,
Me—a woman that was beaten down and belittled,
I couldn’t think straight anymore,
I anticipated peace and justice and found none,
Just like you inside your head suffering,
Your single focus ending this torment,
Mine was still seeking peace and something for my child,
Something that you could not give either one of us,
Hope keeps me going,
We felt a kinship at our beginning and built on it,
I broke my own rule to be with you,
My beloved, I want you to be at peace now,
Even though, I am not sure that will be possible
After all, you did here on our planet Earth. –J. E. Cook ©2017