A Method:
2 pinches of smells like seaweed. It's best to use the ocean fresh air kind. It can be found all over the island. Smells like seaweed is readily available for collection and enjoyment at any time, day and night.
1 bunch extended mid day beach walk. Try to share this with someone special, you'll appreciate the final taste much more. Experiment with various directions . . . up, down, east, west, left and right are all great ways to begin.
3+ late night bakery visits. Save one to be enjoyed with friends. Show up alone for two or more.
As always . . . Adventure! Reunion Adventure . . . and of course the solo adventure.
Stir the above in a somewhat random sort of way. At some point, try a way of mindful consideration. But, if in doubt, go with the way that just goes, because right now, it's the way to go.
On the stove, or above the fire, wherever you might be, start the simmer. A little red wine could be nice. Only cook with wine you would drink because even now, quality is key.
Remember slow cooking. Now is the time to be patient!
Play some music. Learn some music.
Add more patience. . . and more music.
Always more music.
As the smells start to mingle, flavors join forces, consider the season. Was there enough sugar? Perhaps a little less salt. . . I do like pepper. Fresh ground is best.
Still more music.
This is off season and right now, it's on season.
Rest well.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Simmer. Smell. Season. Stir.
It's soup season, and the freezer is filling up fast.
An all time favorite of mine will always be the good old faithful, Leek and Potato Classic.
It's a cool drum line. It's the white, maybe blue canvas. It's where the fun begins. It's where we start the soup season.
This time, there's a twist to Leek & Potato. The twist looks like a leek, but more bulbous in nature, tastes a little like licorish. Leek & Potato with a Fennel twist.
After one day of confidence building, taste testing, reuniting with the bamboo and steel, we dive deeper into the fridge.
Look back . . . wayyyy back. . .
Hmmm . . . A Pre-Penticton Acorn Squash. We have our canvas.
Move a few plastic wrapped balls of dough, slide those carrots aside, Ah ha! Orange Pepper. I knew a few of you were hiding back there.
Slice. Season. Roast.
A big part of the soup season is our Fall season arsenal: Garlic, only the good ones, and that last leftover onion. Saute.
Orange seems to be the theme . . . we'll say Yes to Carrots. Dice.
Potato? Always Potato.
Stock. Season. Simmer.
Spice? mmmm . . . no spice this time . . . Let's see what herbs look healthy outside.
Rosmary. Oh, and our Roasted Pepper.
Simmer. Smell. Season. Stir.
I like soup season.
Rest well.
An all time favorite of mine will always be the good old faithful, Leek and Potato Classic.
It's a cool drum line. It's the white, maybe blue canvas. It's where the fun begins. It's where we start the soup season.
This time, there's a twist to Leek & Potato. The twist looks like a leek, but more bulbous in nature, tastes a little like licorish. Leek & Potato with a Fennel twist.
After one day of confidence building, taste testing, reuniting with the bamboo and steel, we dive deeper into the fridge.
Look back . . . wayyyy back. . .
Hmmm . . . A Pre-Penticton Acorn Squash. We have our canvas.
Move a few plastic wrapped balls of dough, slide those carrots aside, Ah ha! Orange Pepper. I knew a few of you were hiding back there.
Slice. Season. Roast.
A big part of the soup season is our Fall season arsenal: Garlic, only the good ones, and that last leftover onion. Saute.
Orange seems to be the theme . . . we'll say Yes to Carrots. Dice.
Potato? Always Potato.
Stock. Season. Simmer.
Spice? mmmm . . . no spice this time . . . Let's see what herbs look healthy outside.
Rosmary. Oh, and our Roasted Pepper.
Simmer. Smell. Season. Stir.
I like soup season.
Rest well.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
path
Back from the land of peaches, this time the pineapple picking postponed. . .
A visual to help explain.
A visual to help explain.
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Imagine an infinite number of rays, each with a beginning. X marks the spot, the beginning spark of our own intention.
From an external perspective, one ray may be considered success, and the other . . . something else. However, the rays share two things in common. Both have the same spark, the same intention to begin. Perhaps more significantly, they share the same direction.
From here, the horizon of our being, we sit. We ponder the direction of our intention.
We sit here, understand where, and decide why. If we are here, and know why, next we move to motivate the orientation of our rays.
Each ray traces a path, sharing the story of our experience.
One story runs through the jungle, another through the trees. This story travels across the sand, and another beneath the sea.
The jungle story may be full of mountains, rivers, tigers, and bears. It could rain in the mountains, yet be dry beneath the trees.
The desert journey is hot during the day, and cold at night. One afternoon an oasis, or another week before then next shady palm.
Even different still is our underwater journey, one with sharks, coral, dolphins, and seals. The morning brings an ebb, while evening begins to flow.
What brings these journeys together is our own intention. It is our will to create direction.
When we race, we choose our direction. We share the experience with those on the course, friends, family, coaches, and fans.
Thanks for another great experience, and a new path drawn in the sand.
Rest well.
From an external perspective, one ray may be considered success, and the other . . . something else. However, the rays share two things in common. Both have the same spark, the same intention to begin. Perhaps more significantly, they share the same direction.
From here, the horizon of our being, we sit. We ponder the direction of our intention.
We sit here, understand where, and decide why. If we are here, and know why, next we move to motivate the orientation of our rays.
Each ray traces a path, sharing the story of our experience.
One story runs through the jungle, another through the trees. This story travels across the sand, and another beneath the sea.
The jungle story may be full of mountains, rivers, tigers, and bears. It could rain in the mountains, yet be dry beneath the trees.
The desert journey is hot during the day, and cold at night. One afternoon an oasis, or another week before then next shady palm.
Even different still is our underwater journey, one with sharks, coral, dolphins, and seals. The morning brings an ebb, while evening begins to flow.
What brings these journeys together is our own intention. It is our will to create direction.
When we race, we choose our direction. We share the experience with those on the course, friends, family, coaches, and fans.
Thanks for another great experience, and a new path drawn in the sand.
Rest well.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
evening peach
I like the peachy destination.
Oh such a sweet delicate fruit, Delicious, Luscious, Nutritious.
The morning peach must be a rest day peach. It's a peach you enjoy slowly. This particular peach accompanies the peachy destination ponders. Perhaps a pint of Front street morning coffee?
The afternoon peach, picked from the tree, has a special fresher than fresh feeling. It's the cleansing peach. The host to a world of natural fructose flavor, by this point an overwhelming relief.
The evening peach is a very special peach. Picked from the grass, it has been ripened and warmed through the day. It's the most luscious of all peach, enjoyed on the grass or in the lake while water compresses the legs.
We're home from practicing in the peachy destination. Next time we return, it will be to turn those peaches to pineapple potential.
Rest well.
Oh such a sweet delicate fruit, Delicious, Luscious, Nutritious.
The morning peach must be a rest day peach. It's a peach you enjoy slowly. This particular peach accompanies the peachy destination ponders. Perhaps a pint of Front street morning coffee?
The afternoon peach, picked from the tree, has a special fresher than fresh feeling. It's the cleansing peach. The host to a world of natural fructose flavor, by this point an overwhelming relief.
The evening peach is a very special peach. Picked from the grass, it has been ripened and warmed through the day. It's the most luscious of all peach, enjoyed on the grass or in the lake while water compresses the legs.
We're home from practicing in the peachy destination. Next time we return, it will be to turn those peaches to pineapple potential.
Rest well.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Peaches are coming.
Prepare to prepare.
First we decide what kind and just how big this fire will be. Will it be the warming sort, or perhaps the cooking type? Maybe this fire will be just the perfect watching kind.
As always, safety first. We need to learn how to light a match. Can we make this a one match fire?
Practice with a few smaller fires. We can light them in the sun. We have lit countless in the rain, and as the occasion calls, we have even lit fires in the snow.
With each fire we gain experience, learning just how to manipulate the required elements: air, fuel, and heat.
A few successful warming watching fires, and we have just finished gathering wood. Prepared to prepare for the cooking type, perhaps even a no match fire.
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Wander down the side walk
Crack! A flame shoots up through the air, penetrating the still summer night. What was once knotted oak, joins in perfect union with the neighboring air, and a long past origin, or spark. It's perfection of non-violent synergy.
Pounce! A tiger leaps out of the bushes, completely void of thought. Within exists only instinct, a purity of non-violent confidence.
Same soft ground, same shady trees, and the same calm seas.
Rest well.
First we decide what kind and just how big this fire will be. Will it be the warming sort, or perhaps the cooking type? Maybe this fire will be just the perfect watching kind.
As always, safety first. We need to learn how to light a match. Can we make this a one match fire?
Practice with a few smaller fires. We can light them in the sun. We have lit countless in the rain, and as the occasion calls, we have even lit fires in the snow.
With each fire we gain experience, learning just how to manipulate the required elements: air, fuel, and heat.
A few successful warming watching fires, and we have just finished gathering wood. Prepared to prepare for the cooking type, perhaps even a no match fire.
***
Wander down the side walk
Crack! A flame shoots up through the air, penetrating the still summer night. What was once knotted oak, joins in perfect union with the neighboring air, and a long past origin, or spark. It's perfection of non-violent synergy.
Pounce! A tiger leaps out of the bushes, completely void of thought. Within exists only instinct, a purity of non-violent confidence.
Same soft ground, same shady trees, and the same calm seas.
Rest well.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
next go
"Make yourself comfortable."
I heard this from the sidelines last year while in transition at the 1st 1/2 and thought, "Are you kidding me? This is a race! There's no time to be comfortable!" Ahhh . . . yet still a young grasshopper.
This weekend, as we came down the Spanish Banks hill, each of us mentally preparing for our seaside stroll I thought to myself, "Make yourself comfortable."
Although Kelly mentioned bringing a toothbrush into transition, (I always feel more comfortable after brushing my teeth), this weekend "Make yourself comfortable," was about mindset and rewards.
We're driving through the Okanogan and it's a blistering 33 degrees. Shirts off, sweat slides through every crevasse, collecting in a puddle at the back of the seat. Face is warm, feet a little puffy, and skin is sticky. Mouth becomes a little dry, and then the baked post race feeling . . .
"Dude, this is awesome! I love the summer. Windows down, wind in the face, fresh Okanogan nectarines cleans the palate . . . "I would walk 500 miles . . . da dada lada!"
Our reward is a stop in the Similkameen river. Drive on.
Riding around UBC, seat on the seat, feet on the pedals, legs roll'n round, it looks like the race is taking place up ahead. Ok, hatch a plan. . .
Make yourself comfortable, then dig in for 5 - 10.
And the reward, a cool drink from the bottle. Ride on.
Great racing this weekend. Shout out to LifeSport crew for hosting the event, Steve King for the everpresent "getchago'n" broadcast, and perhaps the most important contributor, Spanish Banks.
Next go . . . 2nd full.
Rest well.
I heard this from the sidelines last year while in transition at the 1st 1/2 and thought, "Are you kidding me? This is a race! There's no time to be comfortable!" Ahhh . . . yet still a young grasshopper.
This weekend, as we came down the Spanish Banks hill, each of us mentally preparing for our seaside stroll I thought to myself, "Make yourself comfortable."
Although Kelly mentioned bringing a toothbrush into transition, (I always feel more comfortable after brushing my teeth), this weekend "Make yourself comfortable," was about mindset and rewards.
We're driving through the Okanogan and it's a blistering 33 degrees. Shirts off, sweat slides through every crevasse, collecting in a puddle at the back of the seat. Face is warm, feet a little puffy, and skin is sticky. Mouth becomes a little dry, and then the baked post race feeling . . .
"Dude, this is awesome! I love the summer. Windows down, wind in the face, fresh Okanogan nectarines cleans the palate . . . "I would walk 500 miles . . . da dada lada!"
Our reward is a stop in the Similkameen river. Drive on.
Riding around UBC, seat on the seat, feet on the pedals, legs roll'n round, it looks like the race is taking place up ahead. Ok, hatch a plan. . .
Make yourself comfortable, then dig in for 5 - 10.
And the reward, a cool drink from the bottle. Ride on.
Great racing this weekend. Shout out to LifeSport crew for hosting the event, Steve King for the everpresent "getchago'n" broadcast, and perhaps the most important contributor, Spanish Banks.
Next go . . . 2nd full.
Rest well.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Q & A
What is the best way to do this? What's the most efficient? How can I maximize this time? What else can I be doing right now? Wander in circles . . .
Even during recovery . . . What else could I be doing? I could massage the legs? Wait, maybe legs up the wall. Do I make some tea? Do I watch some TV? Do I epsome the legs? Or, maybe I could ice?
And sometimes during training sessions . . . How will I descend this swim set? What's my strategy on these bike intervals? If I'm running this hard, when do I pick it up?
These are all great questions, that is, if we allow ourselves to hear the answer. In fact, if for just one moment we slow down enough to listen, the answer is ready and waiting.
Sometimes these questions, like most other things of a reasoning nature, grow an essence of their own. They speed up, and before long start whirling out of control. As this happens, a change in focus occurs.
We begin to focus on the questions themselves instead of just simply knowing the answer.
Hear the question, acknowledge the question, pause, listen to the answer, gently return to biking and breathing.
Ride the set. Ride the set on the roads.
Set complete. Cool down. Return to the world of talking. Return home for recovery where the easiest & perhaps most effective method is simply becoming quiet.
Quiet body allows the physical to recover. Quiet mind allows the mental to recover.
Thanks for a great transition weekend to the long stuff.
Rest well.
Even during recovery . . . What else could I be doing? I could massage the legs? Wait, maybe legs up the wall. Do I make some tea? Do I watch some TV? Do I epsome the legs? Or, maybe I could ice?
And sometimes during training sessions . . . How will I descend this swim set? What's my strategy on these bike intervals? If I'm running this hard, when do I pick it up?
These are all great questions, that is, if we allow ourselves to hear the answer. In fact, if for just one moment we slow down enough to listen, the answer is ready and waiting.
Sometimes these questions, like most other things of a reasoning nature, grow an essence of their own. They speed up, and before long start whirling out of control. As this happens, a change in focus occurs.
We begin to focus on the questions themselves instead of just simply knowing the answer.
Hear the question, acknowledge the question, pause, listen to the answer, gently return to biking and breathing.
Ride the set. Ride the set on the roads.
Set complete. Cool down. Return to the world of talking. Return home for recovery where the easiest & perhaps most effective method is simply becoming quiet.
Quiet body allows the physical to recover. Quiet mind allows the mental to recover.
Thanks for a great transition weekend to the long stuff.
Rest well.
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