On May 1, Remy and I, accompanied as far as Muskegon by friend, Sloth, embarked on a bicycle journey across the country. (For more details on that, specifically, read bicyclinglife.blogspot.com ) May 1 was the end of a period of being settled and sedentary, and the beginning of a time of openness to being a part of everything in the world around me, and of expanding that world.
The first few days -- okay, probably the first week -- I was struggling: against the wind, figuring out where to go, wondering whether I had the strength to pursue this to the end, punishing myself for not riding every inch of the stretches from one night's stay to another. Looking back now, 10 days into the journey, I realize that I was having trouble letting go of "home," the subject of my previous post. I had spent the last few days before departure, hastily trying to void my house of its contents before the new owners took possession. I failed to recognize my need for a bit of reverence for the space and the time (almost 15 years) that I'd spent there, and gave the new owners permission to have a few people over while I was still trying to pack and go. My dog, Remy, sensed my anxiety and reacted poorly to the people in "his" house. I left a lot of stuff. Perhaps I had planned poorly. Perhaps I just couldn't, emotionally or physically, do it alone. I had never done this before. I didn't leave gracefully. In fact, the whole departure, from late night trips to my friend Annie's with yet another box to store to stopping by the house (and seeing the frustrated and angry buyers) on the way out of town to get the flag for the back of the bike, was kind of a mess. All was worked out in the end, but I believe I carried that feeling of being at loose ends with me into the beginning of the journey. Now that I've been on the road for 10 days, the feeling of adventure is starting to return. I am no longer committed to riding every inch. If putting the bike on the back of the car on a rainy day to cover our requisite 60 miles for the day is necessary, that's just another aspect of the adventure. Now that I've come to peace with that realization, I think I'm ready for other learning to take place. My flag says "Sacred Space." I haven't started handing out business cards yet, but I believe I'll carry some close at hand, so when people ask me about what I'm doing I can spread the word of creating the sacred for ourselves in our lives. I have been blogging regularly about the bicycle trip; but this page is for the spiritual revelations that may occur. Hope to be writing a lot more here.
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