Despite the warm summer weather, she zipped up her tall leather boots over her jeans. Next, the leather jacket slipped on, helmet fastened, and sunglasses were snugly in place. Her hands slid into her leather gloves as each finger found their proper position. She was looking for an adventure with me, JOY.
He revved the engine as she swung her leg over the seat. Fitting perfectly behind him, they cruised down the driveway into bliss.
The blue sky beheld clouds that lay prone, like floats in the Macy’s Day Parade. The mountain air was perfect temperature as they reached cruising speed. Just a passive passenger on a motorcycle. It is one of her favorite things to do with him. It affords her thoughtless moments. Times of not having to think or make decisions. In the carefree ride, they both find me.
They talk without a word said. She points to a antelope grazing, he nods in acknowledgment. Sometimes a few words are shared at stop lights, but many are not needed. The wind whispers through their helmets, Just be. Her favorite part of the ride is when he does his little something that he always does. I’m not sure if he realizes he does it. Okay, he does.
He takes his left had off the handle bars and places it on her leg. Sometimes a rub or a tap to let her know he is there. The touch speaks volumes with no words. I’ve got you. I will protect you. I love being here with you. I love you.
The state of just being is where you can find me, pure JOY.
You must be thinking, they found YOU on a simple motorcycle ride? Let me assure you they did. And many other emotions were shared too, but I can’t describe them to you. I can only explain who I am, and what I do. They both experienced me that day. On a motorcycle.
Have we met yet? Are joyous roadmaps embedded on your heart? Are you living the ride of your life? Come away with me today and just be. And I will meet you in that place.
p.s. I still love my job!