“On Your Left!”#1linerWeds

Many of you may recognize the phrase in my title, especially if you are an avid hiker, jogger or cyclist, like my blogging friend Mary.

It makes a lot of sense, especially considering many people are lost in their thoughts, listening to music or perhaps even enamoured of the beautiful world around them as they walk or run…or push strollers, wheelchairs and try to reign in pets.

 

 

 

We had to stand and wait about ten minutes to get a shot without half a dozen people. I love people. I work with them every day. But people out of doors can be, well, very non civilized at times.

The thing I take issue with is that, in my recent experiences, these cyclists often shout this phrase more like a command than an alert, they never are prepared to stop on a dime, nor do they make any attempt to ever slow down. It is as if the world might stop and spin the other way if anyone or anything broke their cycling stride.

I’m sorry. That is just rude. To make matters worse they fly by within a hair’s breath of you. (I swear I can smell their breath too). Seriously, what if one of them should be coming up “on the left” of a seriously deaf person.

 

We recently hiked a beautiful paved trail near where we live, but I doubt we will go back. There was not a five minute stretch that we weren’t having to climb to the grassy curb due to convoys of cyclists, all shouting,

“On your left!”

 

It’s kind of hard to stay in a Zen Zone when you fear for your safety. What say you about this dilemma, Mary?

Happy Wednesday. This post is brought to you by Linda Hill’s One Liner Wednesday prompt. Visit her blog page for more details.

Happy Hump Day everyone!

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Remembering a Voice of Truth

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A voice of reason,

truth and love,

defying the cold

face of fear

manifest as hate

and indifference-

with strength,

rising against the

tide of separatism

to illuminate the

hope of a united

humanity,

a world without

judgment, pride,

prejudice or ignorance.

In every decade,

a voice to rise above

the din of anger

like the deafening

whisper of eternity,

a flame all too soon

snuffed by the

bitter breath of

dark rage.

Where is our voice?

Who is our hope,

to guide, to coax

to teach, to lead

in these days

growing darker

moment by moment?

Be the voice,

the hope, the prayer.

Speak,  cry, sing

and shout, for

without a single voice

there will be no calling

the Light Warriors forth;

and the silence will be

loud as death

as humanity

folds in upon itself in

in fear and trembling.

Do not let their courage,

wisdom and hope

have been in vain….

 

CherylKP 2018