Jessica Amber Barnum
Bio
I’m a teacher and creator of everything I love! To read and write is to be alive. To read and write with my students is to thrive. To read and write while riding a bike = "Book it on a bike." www.OmSideOfThings.com
Stories (27/0)
Wellness on Wheels
Passed on the Pass, Sort of My friend Alexis and I biked an 18-mile hill climb to 12,095 ft today! The Top of the Rockies on Independence Pass out and back from Aspen, Colorado. This was our 2nd annual ride, and we chose to ride it in May prior to the pass opening to traffic. The pass is narrow, gradual and scenic, and it ignites the expansion of view, elevation and heart. We ascended at a chat pace, with philosophical, spiritual and gratitude-enriched stirrings presenting themselves in intervals. We’d giggle, catch our breath and giggle some more. When our chat was dissolved by silence, wilderness-inspired hypnosis set in, and we pedaled to the groove of our own pulse in sync with the pulse of the Pass. It is a rhythm that soothes the soul and that eternally lingers in cell and spirit.
By Jessica Amber Barnum2 years ago in Humans
I LOVE VELO
A little stream of consciousness to get rolling into the good stuff. One of my favorite words is VELO. What does it mean? It’s short for velocipede which translates to bicycle or tricycle. What I love about VELO is if you scramble the letters you find LOVE. Nifty, eh? And it encapsulates exactly who I am. I LOVE VELO.
By Jessica Amber Barnum2 years ago in Poets
A Trued Bicyclist
My muses are in perpetual momentum, so I write and ride. The one thing in life that has had my focus consistently is my fleet of bikes. Maybe some of the bikes have come and gone, but I’ve always had a bike to roll with. I’m always on my bike and I’m always writing and reading. Yes, I am always reading the roads, the trails, the weather, cars, animals, other riders, depending on what bike I’m on and where I’m biking. All riders do this (hopefully). We sense to get our bearings so we’re on point in the flow of our ride.
By Jessica Amber Barnum2 years ago in Motivation
I Know Now
The heat wave sauntered through town and burrowed itself into my imploding skin. The vanilla curtains were drawn with one sliver of light beaming through the crack in the middle. Other than the dust particles that meandered in that beam of light, and the trickle of the old plug-in rock fountain on the table next to my grandmother, the fanless living room was ash dark and stifled by stillness. I stared across the room at my backpack by the front door. I still hadn’t unpacked it for the day. But, I didn’t care. School was out for summer.
By Jessica Amber Barnum2 years ago in Fiction
