The Dance

Another glorious weekend of riding. Why do I love riding my motorcycle?  It makes my heart sing.

Riding the open road. Being at one with the rich sensory of life. Drawing in the sharp, fresh scent of newly mowed hay or the heavy, sweet, overpowering fragrance of milkweed. A roadside adorned with pristine daisy white, intermixed with the deep golden black-eyed Susan.  Around the corner Queen Anne’s Lace dominate the roadside.

It’s feeling the lift as I crest a hill and begin the descent.  At one with my bike, partnering in the dance as we bank into the corners.  The unobstructed view, being one with it all, making my heart sing.  It is all that, and so much more.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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