Tuesday, December 20, 2016

The Eye Serene

"And now I see, with eye serene, the very pulse of the machine." -Wordsworth

Life has its ups and downs.  Sometimes the downs seem to stretch out long between the ups.  That's where riding comes in, at least for me.  Since the age of 15, whatever disappointments existence dishes out, they have all been easier pills to swallow with the aid of motorcycles.

Riding provides the opportunity to get outside of your own head.  To exist in a single moment which leads to the next and then the next, away, at least temporarily, from the moments that led you there in the first place.  It requires interaction with the present, a funneling of focus into here and now, not there and then or where and maybes.  Piloting a motorcycle quickly and with any skill, such as in racing, requires honing to a pinpoint accuracy.  These two-wheeled machines, by design, cannot carry much baggage.

There are those who would call this escapism.  But the mind is a funny thing.  When engaging in those activities that require our undivided attention, the ones that fulfill us, that have meaning, we can find a calm place, the "eye serene", leaving our subconscious to deal with the storm raging about.  And it will.  I return from a ride not to find unpleasant things have disappeared, but maybe shrunken to a less cumbersome size and things so tightly knotted prior, have begun to work themselves out.

So when the hard days come, as they are wont to do, you know where to find me.


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