I was sixty some days sober and her 32, midnight spoke brightly through her eyes.
I was brought to tears this morning at just how beautiful life is. Riding my bike North on San Juan Creek Road with my hands stuffed into the pockets of my hoody, back strait, head tilted and eyes closed. I was reminded of the scene from “Dances with Wolves” Where John Dumb Bear throws his arms back and Cisco proudly gallops across the battle field. I wanted to mimic the motion as the acceptance of life took over my body, my Bike “Rusty” steadfast and sturdy as I gave myself to the moment. I have had this feeling before over a beer and a discussion with a vagabond in a NYC bar, it is the immensity of life hitting you when you least expect it. It was an empowering experience of surrender. I had to pause and search for just what had hit me as my eyes fought the rising wells. As I realized what was happening I took peace deeply into my lungs. Life had once again started to live inside of me.
