I sent a letter to my love.
I am in love with a piece of metal!
Blindly so,
I use the word ‘blindly’ because, being obsessed by this love, I cannot see that the yellow bicycle is just, well….A piece of metal, (with some leather and rubber and to two wheels).
How (without it being a fetish) can a human love an innate object so passionately?
After all It has no heart, no soul, no ability to love me back.
I sip my coffee this Valentines morn and ponder on this passion.
And then it hits me.
Of course I’m in not love with a bicycle!
I am in love with how the yellow bicycle makes me FEEL.
Yes, with the yellow bike.
Love is……
Whizzing down a hill in the spring sunshine with the wind in your hair and your feet bare and a bottle of wine in your basket.
Love is….
going to the well for water.
Love is ….
getting lost in fields of gold.
Love is….
finding a deserted beach.
Love is..
going for a dip.
Love is……
Seeing potential beauty in long forgotten things
love is…..
Going fishing.
Love is……
going to sea.
Love is…..
not being afraid to head off the beaten track.
Love is…..
Going camping.
Love is……
Getting lost in the mountains on a sunny day.
Love is……
Finding your way home again.
Love is…..
Lying in the grass and looking up at the sky.
Love is……
letting go of your baggage.(your preconceived notions, your pain, your past issues)
Love is………
helping those who cannot help themselves.
Love is…..
chatting to other’s from different walks of life.
Love is……
Picking Blackberries.
Love is….
making new friends.
Love is…..
sometimes long distance.
Love is….
waiting out the storm.
Love is…
Breakfast together on a summers day.
Love is….
Being patient.
Love is….
family gatherings.
Love is……
solid like a rock.
Love is……..
.
Heading into the sunset with my yellow Bicycle.
Happy valentines day to all you lovers out there .
The woman on the Yellow Bicycle 
Ah Steph perfect, a poem in words and pictures, a song of life, for life and oh oh another bunch of reasons for me to get up and out on my bike and ‘peddle myself slowly’ to good mental, physical and spiritual health and thank you for sharing your love your passion and penchant for peddling, you yen for yellow and lust for life =)
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Trish just finished three thirteen hour shifts and am sooooo tired and brain dead, BUT dying to get writing tomorrow morning again. thanks for your lovely remarks…
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Beautiful and uplifting. Well Done Steph. Love Siobhan
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shiobhan , thank you so much for reading and for your kind remarks …
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I think after three long gruelling shifts Love Is a warm cosy bed soft pillows and complete oblivion for a least 8 hours.
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and Jim Mc queenie .after eight hours of oblivion, getting up and making a latte from scratch and sitting in front of my laptop ,fingers twitching,dying to get writing again …thanks for reading
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Yea! 💛Love the feeling! 💛 I cycled downhill on the way from school everyday! 💛wind through my hair! 💛 thanks for rekindling the memories….. I have so many like yours… Camping , taking to the hills, fetching water , setting lines, swimming , campfires, children laughing, skinny dipping! 💛💛💛💛
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Reblogged this on The woman on the Yellow Bicycle and commented:
Instead of writing a new valentines blog every year, I think it will be nice to add some new thoughts to the original one as the years go by.
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I see you’ve installed a portaloo on the yellow bicycle , nice in blue ….but then I see it’s a reblog … ☹️ .Aaah! …Happy Velentines 😁.
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Ha Brendan! Happy Valentine to you too xxx
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love is sharing a brandy and port on a winter’s day….xxxxx
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It is indeed or even having one each 🙂
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Really lovely, inspiring with the feel good factoreason Steph. Thank you for reminding me that love is all around us.
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Thank you Miriam, glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Love is your yellow bicycle .. thanks for sharing all these wonderful pics!
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Thank you for reading and commenting Julie xx
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