I love biking. I love the freedom. I love the feel of wind in my face. It is therefore with bone deep sadness that I read of a biker killed. The Portland, Oregon attorney killed recently was doing everything right. She was wearing a helmet. She was in a bike lane. Nevertheless, she is dead. Bikers need to realize they are the bug on the windshield. That is why I bike sidewalks and back streets always. If I am lucky enough to find a bike path separate from the highway, I will, of course, use that. There aren't many. There should be more.

The first reaction folks have to the jardin after OMG is a veiled reference to the amount of work it must take to keep it up . I am always puzzled by that question for two reasons. First, it isn't really so much more work than an hour long yoga class AND at the end of the yoga session there is never a bouquet of basil or a hand full of Wild Fred tomatoes.

Was recently in Raleigh,NC where I was forced off the Fletcher Park Path by a Mommy Armada. The sweating mamas were jogging with junior who was, in most cases, sucking a pacifier or snoozing. The mamas had matching teeshirts with perky slogans and a few black Labs.They had marathon grade strollers with swiveling front wheels. At first I wondered if this could be considered PIE exercise as opposed to the more artificial forms of non-integrated exercise.I decided it was PIE. The mamas were getting an exercise unit while junior was treated to a glimpse of the outside world, albeit a fast glimpse.

Life is a Labyrinth

In keeping with the PIE philosophy, I jumped at the chance of helping to create a 7 cycle painters' tape labyrinth for a workshop. Spending two hours on my knees was a revelation. There are parts of my body I have simply assumed would work for me. Good old knees. When I found out that labyrinths were designed for pilgrims who couldn't make the trek to Jerusalem, and that some of the same pilgrims walked the labyrinth on their knees, I felt better. Here I was reenacting holy history. The next morn I was praying the knees would forgive me for the abuse.