An empty mind and a blank page...

My very small brain has gone on strike.
There are so many things on my mind that all the words I wrote made no sense at all.
I need clarity, but it's in short supply.

Instead of redoubling the effort, 

my mind begins to wander,

and I forget about the point I was trying to make as I wonder...

can it be done??

Can you ride a bike in seven inch heels?

I call them safety shoes.
People say it's mad to ride in heels, but really it's quite logical.

When you ride a horse you always have a heel, to catch you if your foot slips forward.

On a bike, heels act like a toe clip.

Cause you can pull up with it on the upstroke.

You see?
Safety shoes.

Now all we need are a few safety shoe laws to go with all those helmet laws.

Seven inches, though. 

On a horse you never need to worry whether the stirrups leave enough clearance between your heels and the ground, but on a pedal?  And platforms complicate things, too... but I love them.

I like the air way up there.

And you know how I love to ride.

What to do... what to do...

I know!  I'll meditate on it.

Whenever I come back to meditation, 

(which happens frequently  as I am forever forgetting to do it)

I like a bit of guidance.
A teeny weeny little brain isn't quite the same as an empty mind,
but it should be easy to clear the decks.

Anyhoo, when I'm in need of a refresher, this little ditty works wonders:

Maybe a bit of clarity will help me sort out the mess of words I wrote last night.
And then again, maybe not, but it can't hurt, right?