Oδος φιλη

I don’t know if it is the phase of the moon, the turn of the season, time of year, biorhythms, medication,  chemical imbalance, old age or what, but the only time I feel any joy is when I am riding the bike.  And I don’t want to turn around. I just want to keep going.

οδος (hodos) = road/path and  φιλη (phile): Hodophilia.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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8 Responses to Oδος φιλη

  1. Alan says:

    My idea of home is now either a caravan, or a yacht. I fear my sailing days are probably over so caravan it must be. I look forward to having a home again soon.


  2. Pilgrim33 says:

    Perhaps Elrond has a position open on his shipping line.


  3. Pilgrim33 says:

    And can again.
    Home is where ,well,opinions vary.


  4. Home? I had a home once….


  5. Alan says:

    There you have it! Indeed, a form of meditation. The problem with travelling is that eventually you reach a destination.


    • Pilgrim33 says:

      And that is why I stopped traveling very far.
      Because the best part of traveling was the coming home.


  6. Pilgrim33 says:

    When I was at my lowest driving meant I could be doing something without thinking of my wider situation.
    A form of meditation.
    Nothingness without the problems for others.


  7. AMEN to that… Ride on…


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