So many wildflowers surrounding our bodies and a destination that is seemingly out of sight. Bend after bend upon this slight incline and a ration of sweet time, I realize that we are standing in the midst of the quaint and colorful meadows that happen to be our goal destination. No wooden, engraved signs to tell us that we have arrived. We just know we are where we are supposed to be, though in the tracks of continuing paths that lead to tops of mountains and neighboring passes. This day’s hike was to be savored in the soaking steps. I realize my addiction to the top of the peak or the sight of the lake, while also realizing my growing appreciation for the journey. Lush greens and lilac colored bells endowed with brilliant indian paintbrushes and lupine presents a balance between the drive to continue and the notion to soak. Even getting unexpectedly penetrated by nettle was a curious endeavor. Dancing our young minds through the aspen influenced pallets. We were there, the entire time, in the soaking while also in the drive. May peace be with your spirit while you enjoy this lushes ride.
Chasing Freedom
Two wheels bound together by encased bars of some strong, yet light metal. The wind brushes my cheeks so as long as my feet continue pressing downward. Dragonflies have been abundant the past couple of days and to me, they symbolize a sort of freedom with their helicopter wings and focused bodies. Their precision in the open air is what makes these creatures free. Twice, the dragons took the lead in front of my spinning wheels. I wanted to catch them, though as my gaze became narrow and fixated I felt out of control to a degree within the wheels beneath me mostly because I felt a responsibility to remain in the faded bike line for passing vehicles behind. If I were to ride to quickly and topple the dragonfly, the point of fragile freedom would be defeated. So, I began to focus on my own path and just simply be inspired by the dragonflies. Knowing that they are there, knowing that the freedom is there with no worry whether or not I was to catch it. A graceful knowing will keep freedom alive.
Thanks to Mickey for letting me borrow her bike!