::cough:: blows dust away::
Hello, everybody 🙂
This weekend the universe threw me a lifeline and reeled me back from plumbing its dark outer recesses. If you were thinking I might have finally cracked up? You weren’t far off. But I’m happy to report that I am making my triumphant return to the land of warm and fuzzies.
On Easter Sunday, while my family still slumbered, I wheeled my Black Betty bicycle out and pedaled to the bagel store. It felt so good to be out in the sunshine, in the wind. For the first time in a long time, I got the feeling. You know… THAT feeling. It was time.
Waking the Tiger up from its long winter’s nap consisted of little more than unplugging the battery tender and giving the tires a squirt of air. The familiar whirrrrr of it’s 3 cylinders was music to my ears.
Though I was only out for about 2 hours – it was such a relief. This winter was challenging on many levels. Being on a motorcycle again helped me to put some of the negative feelings I’ve been harboring to bed. I was able to feel that clarity, that in the now-ness that I only seem to achieve when I’m riding. Whew!
The captain has turned off the seat belt sign. Feel free to move about the country!