Here I am. In England.
After a slightly tumultous arrival in the town of Salisbury-- where I quickly had to locate a bike store and then get my bank card working-- I am now smoothly sailing. Its beautiful. There's nothing like a brand new bike and an open country road. Surely if Milton and Shakespear had had the chance to ride a new hybrid bicylcle, they would have waxed about it with the same as enthusiasm as they did roses and blue sky.
Perhaps it is the fact that it is a new bike. My last few bikes have required some sustained mechanical work on my part. This is one, I have been able to ride in one shot, after equiping it with my gear. No fine tuning, no tightening this or that. It represents the culmination of a month or two of reducing and refining my storage setup and gradually upgrading my equipment.
In Washington I gave my bike away. In New York I gave my bike away. And now, I find myself with a yet better bike. Letting things go seems to be a great way to steadily evolve one's traveling equipment! Maybe there's a metaphor for life in there somewhere.
My first day in England, wandering around Salisbury, led me to this beautiful, 750 year old Cathedral. I happened to speak to a lady there, and she invited me to stay for the evening choir service. Evensong it is called.
Wow. A dozen adults and a dozen teenagers, led by surely a professional choir master, enchanted the centuries old space with angelically subtle song. Listening in the spectacularly acoustic space, seeped with the spiritual, there was a moment when the younger singers held a note for several seconds. The note resounded with a paradox of purity of tone and yet the layers of different voices all reverberating in sync. I can't do any better describing it.
I remember a friend of mine once asked me how to define "Sublime". There you go Tanya: Evensong, 7 Pm, Salisbury Cathedral, England.