Sunday, May 23, 2010

My kind of church

It seems as though our schedules these days only allow for free time on Sundays. Work, home, responsibility, kill. But Sunday, glorious Sunday. If the planets align, and someone remembers to send out a text message, we all get to ride. (And by "all" I mean our merry band of bikers, totaling 5-7 people.)

Today I realized that these Sunday rides have become like church for me. Since I don't have a bike and simply ride on back of The Man's, it allows me a freedom to reflect, absorb, and think. My ipod holds my songs of hope and love and serenades me down the road.

The trees and sky have become my sanctuary.

"Took a look down a westbound road, right away I made my choice. Headed out to my big two-wheeler, I was tired of my own voice" ~Bob Seger

I can contemplate my place in the world.

"All this time I can't believe I couldn't see, Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me" ~Evanescense

I travel through this day with those I love, while their minds also turn to greater thoughts.

"Fly the ocean in a silver plane, see the jungle when it's wet with rain, just remember till your home again, you belong to me" ~Jason Wade

At the day's end, I feel renewed and refreshed. My spirit has been healed of its bruises and bumps and I can face a new week with a strong heart again. This may not be for every one. It may not be the stereo-typical service on bended knee. There may not be prayers recited by rote, but there are prayers.


bitethebedbugs said...

I love that statement - the rides have become like church for you. I think we all need something like that - something contemplative. I wish I had something. Sometimes I try and make it gardening and then everything dies and I think, no that's not it. I do go for drives sometimes, and I don't think there's anything that compares to being on the road with the asphalt racing beneath you. It really clears my head.

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