This week, along this road trip I saw a pink elephant. Wearing sunglasses. Drinking a martini. I took a
picture of it.
The next day I spent some time in Recovery. I took a picture
of it.
Fort Recovery was a tough road I rode 100.65 miles. It was
only supposed to be a 97 mile ride, but with any job I aim to give 110%. I got off track again later- I have no idea where; I
was lost. No big deal.
Riding alone is very meditative; I so enjoy where I am I
lose track of where I’m supposed to go. After my detours I decided to just
follow the written list of directions; Turn left on Hwy X, travel Y.z miles, turn
on Q. Miles of nondescript corn and soy. I half consciously watch my numbers
and not look at the total mileage left for the day, trusting instruction to
achieve the goal without a worry. Not a worry of where I’ve been, where I’m
going; just pedal a comfortable efficient pace, drink regularly, sweat, breath,
turn on cue. As I stroke the miles my body moves in a linear manner while my
spirit grows infinitely, with exaltation. No worries. Just follow ordered
direction and let it flow. That’s what I’ve found in scripture; a path on which
I follow to discover a space beyond the place I am in, while enjoying that
place. The bible is a book full of mystery constantly revealed I don’t think I’ll
comprehend until life’s last page, but it certainly helps me understand the
here and now.
It’s taken my life to get here, and all the struggle I’ve
made of it is good, for here is good. I wish I had followed instruction earlier
and not been so lost for so long. I don’t say that with regret so much as a
suggestion; not a single thought I’ve had is superior to those of “illiterate
shepherds” recorded a few millennia ago.
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