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.
1 comments:
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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