An Ode to Dr. Wayne Dyer, plus Three Quotes and a Brief Video…

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“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.”

“Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.”

“When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.”

An Ode to Dr. Wayne Dyer

I’ve read a few of your books,

which I first stumbled upon some years ago

in a used book store.

Your work,

along with Deepak and other contemporaries,

changed me.

For the better.

Your voice and face seemed so familiar,

on TV.

I saw you speak in Toronto,

at an “I Can Do It!” conference.

I had plans on seeing you again,

this time in New York,

this fall,

ironically, on my birthday.

Another “I Can Do It!”

Well you did it, Wayne.

You inspired countless people.

You’ve changed lives.

You, yourself overcame adversity.

And now you did it again,

you made the great transition.

So on my birthday this fall,

I will think of you,

I will thank you,

as I do now.

Godspeed Wayne,

you did it.

Denis and his human-powered mobile floral shop…

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So this is Denis and his mobile flower shop. I’ve seen him pedaling around town recently and today was behind him when I asked if I could take his photo and hear his story. He’s a recent Buffalo transplant by way of NYC and does floral arranging full-time; this is a summer gig. That’s a Worksman trike he’s riding which he ordered through Rick Cycle Shop. He says business has been good. I only talked to him for a couple minutes as we were both in the street and on our way, but if you’d like to read his full story he was recently profiled at Buffalo Rising. And here’s a link to his Facebook page. Peace, Denis. Thanks for letting me take your photo, and welcome to the City of Good Neighbors!

Urban Simplicity.

A selfie and a quote…

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Urban Simplicity.

Things that can be carried on a bike (#673), and a few thoughts and photos from a rather long ride…

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On the bike…a camera, and extra lens, a tripod, a change of clothes, three bottles of water, a jean jacket, and a few things to eat.

So a couple things. The first is that I had a great ride today. The weather was idyllic. And it was the first longish ride I took with the somewhat new Boda Boda. The round trip was a little over 30 miles/ 48 kilometers. I really enjoyed it but at the same time I have come to full acceptance that none of the bikes I ride are made for distance, at least not for this middle-aged body. The Boda Boda is the lighter of my bikes and it still weighs in at about 35lbs/15kg with nothing on it. Another thing about this ride that–in retrospect–seems almost comical, was getting over the Peace Bridge (I rode from Buffalo to Crystal Beach, Ontario, Canada). I only cross the bridge a couple times a year by bike and each time the security measures seem to change. The photo below (two below) shows what I am talking about. This is new, at least since last year. In order to leave America by bike one has to traverse this revolving jail. And if they manage to make it through–which I did barely–on the Canadian side bicyclists now have to wait in auto traffic and go through a toll booth for immigration inspection. Anyhow, that being said (or I should say…having that off my chest), it really was a great ride. I rode the Friendship Trail, which is pictured below and is pure joy to ride. Also below is an image of Old Fort Erie, which dates back to 1763 (before the US or Canada existed). And also, which I like to do when I cross the bridge by foot or bike, is stop at the international boundary line, with one foot in each country (pictured below). The image directly below is of my beautiful hometown, Buffalo, NY, as seen from Canada. So would I make the ride again on the Boda? Yes, without question (I already have plans on doing it again in autumn). Even with the difficult security measures? Yup. But maybe I’ll see if I can circumvent the revolving jail somehow (I was actually stuck for a minute or so (breath, Joe, breath). And hey, if security gets any tighter maybe I’ll see “the Donald” collecting tolls at my next trip over.

Urban Simplicity.

Fifty years ago today….

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The above image is of Jonathan Myrick Daniels (and unknown girl). I had just recently learned of this brave man’s story and was moved to post about it, and it happened exactly 50 years ago today. He was an Episcopal seminarian and on his second march in southern Alabama for Civil Rights. He and other protesters were picketing a week prior and arrested. The were held for a week in a hot, crowded, and primitive jail. When they were released they were provided no transportation back to Selma so they had to walk. The southern Alabama temperature hovered near triple digits and they went to a local store to purchase something refreshing to drink. They were met by a man with a shotgun and gun on his belt and were not allowed to enter because some of the protesters were black. The shooter (I shan’t glorify him be mentioning his name) raised the shotgun at Ruby Sales, who was 17 at the time. Jonathan Myrick pushed Ms. Sales out of the way and took the full blast from the gun himself. He died on the spot. The shooter went on to shoot another protester in the back but thankfully he survived, as did Ruby Sales. She went on to study at the same seminary as Myrick, and started a foundation in his name.  This…this is what should be in the news about Christians in action. I can only imagine what good this man could have continued to do if not for his life being cut so tragically short. Rest in peace, brave Jonathan.

To read more about Jonathan Myrick Daniels, click here and here.

To visit the website of the foundation that was founded by Ruby Sales, click here.

Urban Simplicity.

A photo and a few words…

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Between Storms



This is how I was awakened predawn.

It was a thunderstorm.

Lightening lit up the room like a strobe.

Boom boom, in rapid succession.

But slowly in subsided.

So did the rain.

I rode my bike to work that morning.

The handlebar lamp barely piercing the darkness.

Clouds rumbled in the distance.

In the far flung edges of my world.

Out over the Great Lakes.

The angels are bowling, I thought to myself.

As I pedaled.

That’s what my mother would tell me when I was a child.

Flashes of light lit my way.

Followed by rolling thunder.

There was absolutely no breeze.

The air hung heavy.

Everything dripped.

The sky was alive.

After locking up my bike,

I stood there.

Looking at the sky.

Taking it in.

The sound of thunder.

Getting closer.

The flashes of light.

More frequent.

And then the rain came.

I was between storms.

A few more.

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Here’s a few more photos of my ongoing “Waterfront Series.” These were taken the evening before last. Click any for a slightly larger view.

Urban Simplicity.

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