Got back just in time. Got out just in time, too.
I’ve been thinking about feedback loops — the ear-piercing, loud noise that happens when a sound system begins to amplify its own noise. The system picks up it’s own sound and amplifies it, and continues to do so until everyone puts their hands over their ears, dives for cover, and looks furtively for those responsible to please rescue us. My frequency setting has been set too low, and my head and heart have been amplifying the negative thoughts which flow from worry (oops, too immature, right Jan?), uh stress.
At some point you’ve got to get out of the box, the cubical, the office, to a place where there are no walls which catch and reflect back all the questions, the hopes, and the fears.
Sometimes I barely have the strength to get out. What I need is a new amplitude — a new frequency–a cycle disruptor –a feedback insulator. Yesterday, Der Jan and Big Red moved to break the cycle, silence the self-amplified feedback, and feel the largess of creation and camaraderie, and so we did a rather pedestrian loop into Davidson Co.
Nothing breaks a cycle like a bicycle.
It’s supposed to be 78 degrees today. Anyone up for a feedback loop?
Dude,<><>December 12th, Gerald Johnson’s 70th birthday, there are a group of folks riding 100 miles to celebrate with him. Meet me at Caraway Baptist Church at 0845. It should be memorable.<><>Doc
Not a cycler, but I can dig it. Hiking around Pilot Mountain today with the boys. The outdoors is calling.