It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I last wrote a post. So much has happened. My baby girl graduated. We moved from 3 apartments in one month. Yes. It was just about as horrific as it sounds! I’ve left Beaufort, the town in which I became a wife, mother, performer, storyteller and artist. And we’re set on a different path. I’m not exactly sure what it will look like and I didn’t know what to say about it, so I didn’t say anything. Lately, though, I’ve been feeling the need to share. To take others with me on the journey of our life as it is unfolding. So… I’m back at Gullahmama! I am not sure what form the posts will take, but I think I like the discovering and that edge of discomfort. I find that that edge pushes me to growth.
So — what have I been up to? This morning I took my new (to me) bike out on a trail ride. Bug spray. Helmet. ipod. Water Bottle. Tree….! Okay, too fast on that curve and, next, the sensation of flying and then of landing. Nobody around. Good. Broke the strap of my shoulder bag. But that’s okay. It was long enough to knot and wear around my neck. Scrapes and bruises but no breaks or sprains. And off I go again. I feel like a little kid who wears her bruises like badges of honor! The lesson learned: this is not a racing bike.
It is a go-slow bike that does not want to take curves quickly. Got that.