Riding my steed to yoga yesterday, I found myself blissing out, as I typically do on my bike. Cycling down a beautiful street through a tree tunnel, you know what I mean, I lifted my hands off the handle bar to take in that special freedom feeling. Well … something didn’t feel right! An impulse to grasp my handle bars took over and thanks to meditation and yoga, I’ve learned to listen. I immediately placed my hands back and waited two Mississippi’s before the bike stopped. It had taken its last breath!
Sigh … I will miss her! She served me very well!