A friend of a friend of mine told me a good story of how Red-tailed hawks remind her of a good friend. They remind me of good friends and family too. So I put this together for her.
the grateful dead
Here comes sunshine
I got out today on the bicycle for the first time since the rains came through. My knee healed up nice from my recent attempt at bicycle slip n’ sliding. The hills around were looking quite refreshed. I know the water table is still low, but it’s good to see some evidence we’re on the right track. At the very least I’m on the right track.
So many roads.
where ice blue roses grow
‘long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin’ wide or moanin low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul.”
From one of my recent mountain bike rides. This is one of my favorite places to stand in California.
Another one for the Grateful Dead.
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair….
Robert Hunter’s lyrics for the Grateful Dead are a deep well of inspiration for so many.
Myself thoroughly included.
“I’ve been gambling here abouts
for ten good solid years
If I told you all that went down
it would burn off both your ears…” -Robert Hunter
I laid out another life size hawk in pencil on plywood. Then I saw this tree in my head and heard The Grateful Dead coming through the branches. I tell you if I had a dime for every time that happened I’d own the bank.