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Welcome to Soulcycler, the home of Rick Gunn: writer, photographer, adventurer and public speaker.

News for Summer/Fall 2016:

I am excited to announce two new upcoming presentations. The first will be in  Reno, Nevada September 15th in collaboration with the Reno Gazette Journal. The second is part of an upcoming TEDx South Lake Tahoe event on October 5th. (Exact times and locations to be announced soon.)

These multi-media shows will follow my recent bicycle journey through Turkey and Greece (then on through Macedonia and Albania) and my volunteer work within two Syrian Refugee Camps. 

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This uniquely emotional presentation will provide an inside glimpse into what the UN has called “The biggest humanitarian crisis or our time” putting a human face on those displaced by war.  Join me for a night to remember. I hope to see you there.

Other ongoing presentations available for hire include my cycle journey through Oman, and the Islamic Republic of Iran as part of my Wheels of Peace Project. Join me and my good Iranian friend Mohammad Tajeran on Iran’s southern Island of Qeshm as we attempt to unite young students in America and Iran. Opening a much needed dialogue between our two nations, Mohammad and I share with students the story of our friendship, while opening a conversation the idea of non-violent conflict resolution through dialogue, respect, and mutual understanding.  With that, we asked these young minds to exchange peace-based artwork and letters. This project was transformed into several newspaper articles as well as a TEDx (Kish) Talk, in which I became one of the first Americans in 35 years to speak in Iran about the ideas of peace and reconciliation.

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Or for those who have not seen it yet:

Soulcycler: Words and Images from a 25,811-Mile Bicycle Journey Around the World.

This a CLASSIC  Soulcycler adventure presentation that I’ve delivered to thousands, both at home and abroad in packed auditoriums, sold-out theaters, schools, and groups where I’ve received many standing ovations.

 

*Below is a general description of this show. For booking information, costs, or more details on this and any other show, you can email me at soulcycler@yahoo.com.

 

Are you ready for the world? Then get ready to join writer-photographer-adventurer Rick Gunn for his presentation “Soulcycler, Words And Images From a 25,811-Mile Bicycle Journey Around-The-World.” “Soulcycler” combines 350 breath-taking photos from 33 countries, set to music, accompanied by a selection of uniquely emotional stories from around the globe. Inspired by a series of formative experiences during his childhood, Gunn delivers a front-row seat to the pursuit of his lifelong dream of cycling the planet.

Ultimately transformed by scenes of war, poverty, and disease along the way, Gunn begins dedicating his journey to the greater good, expanding his defintion of what it means to care, to give, and to love. Whether reporting from an orphanage in Nepal, volunteering in an AIDS Hospice in Thailand, Covering Bomb extraction and mine victim rehabilitation in Laos and Vietnam, to simply planting trees in Borneo, “Soulcycler” delivers a first hand account the realization of a dream, the current state of the planet, and what it means to care.

Heres what one viewer wrote about the Soulcycler Round the World show:

“What an honor it was to attend Rick Gunn’s presentation of his 26,000 mile bicycle journey at the Brewery Arts Center Thursday. The evening was emotionally filled with stories and photographs of his three year journey that simply took your breath away. Images of love, hate, poverty and oppression left one feeling like there was so much more to life than we even know.  Gunn is truly a remarkable human being, full of passion for what he believes in.  I can only hope we could all share this passion for life. I left feeling the desire to care more, do more, and yet at the same time, need and want so much less. Thank you Rick for a whole new insight.” TANJA MUSSELMAN Carson City For booking information, please call: 775-339-1344 or send an email inquiry to soulcycler@yahoo.com

Below you will find my stories and photos from my mad bicycle ramblings round the planet.

Enjoy!

Rick

Stateline, NV – 05/14/11 – Mont Bleu Resort

From out of the Laughter in Southern India

“The one source of all-encompassing love knows nothing of boundaries; differing customs; geographic divisions; family splits; or differences in race, creed, sex, and so onit only knows love for all.”

— Wayne Dyer

From out of the Laughter in Southern India

My return from India was disorienting.

Thrust back into modern Western civilization, 20 hours of plane flight had carried me between worlds. From the noise and chaos in the streets of Mumbai; to the quiet stillness of my small mountain cabin.

The silence proved overwhelming.

Switching on the radio, the newsman seem to pick up exactly where he’d left off. That was, with the same tired reports of bankruptcy, unemployment, foreclosures, deep-political divisions, xenophobia, intolerance — war.All of this had me wondering how the world would be different, should those in charge choose the power of love over the love of power.

I had little time to engage.

There were bills to pay, people to contact, work to tend to.

Not the least of which was an article due concluding my three-month bicycle journey across the Indian subcontinent.

So I sat down to write.

Three hours later I sat before an empty screen. A week passed and I’d produced more of the same. Nothing.

I was blocked.

It was as if I’d built some sort of emotional firewall. A type of selective amnesia protecting me from the harsh realities of the world I’d seen, and the comfortable world to which I had returned.

Determined to remove that block, I decided to employ a different strategy.

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Mad in Mumbai

 

“All that I’ve hoarded is lost. All that I gave is mine.”

~Gurdjieff

Near the center of Mumbai, between the sparkle of shopping malls, and the sprawl of a rolling slum, there is an intersection where a small girl dances. Perhaps 5 or even 6, she tumbles and twirls atop the pavement in an impossibly dirty dress. When she is done, she weaves quickly through the traffic, extending a small tin bowl toward each driver. As she does, a handful of Indian businessmen in late-model BMWs and Mercedes look upon her apathetically. She is invisible, a Dalit, one of India’s untouchables. When the light turns green, and the drivers race off–she is left empty-handed. This, until the light again turns red, and her audience is replaced anew.

As I pedaled away from that intersection, into the buzz-saw of Mumbai’s mid-town gridlock, any thoughts of that child’s future well-being were instantly replaced by that of my own.

We were pedaling for our lives.

Swept into an angry river of traffic–six lanes deep–we churned our pedals, choking on the chewable clouds of exhaust. Cycling with all our might through this vehicular doomsday, we’d spend the next 3 hours narrowly avoiding mad, swerving cars, motorcycle kamikazes, and the ever-closing canyons between buses and trucks. Looking entirely out of place riding two fully-loaded touring bikes down the middle of the expressway, we were nothing if not rolling roadkill. Damned if I would have my guts squished-out without the proper soundtrack, I pulled out my headset, dialed-in the band Metallica, cranked-up the volume, then prepared to meet my maker.

This was highway 8.

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From out of the Dust in India

“From our perception of the world there follows acceptance…the person who sees, the screen on which he sees, and the light by which he sees: he himself is all of these.”

~Sri Ramana Maharshi

It was the last place I expected to find myself.

Face down, in the dirt, shimmying beneath a span of razor-wire.

But somehow, I’d become convinced I was nearing the exact spot where National Geographic photographer Steve McCurry shot one of his iconic images. Unclipping my camera bag, I drew my breath, then burrowed beneath a coil of concertina. Scrambling to my feet on the other side, I dashed across a troft of alluvial sand. Reaching the edge of the Yamuna River, I stood amidst the smell of decay and damp earth, awestruck by the scene before me. For there, above the coppery surface; bathed in a band of chartreuse light, soared the vast white domes of the Taj Mahal.

I raised my camera, framed an image, and fired the shutter.

“Hey!” “You!” “Stop!” came a call from behind.

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