In The Heavenly Woods Yet Remaining ...
Posted: 12:39 am Dec 07 2012
... May my mother understand the beauty of the freedom of the trails unpunished
... May her spirit surround the earth that provides the element of design and surprise that awaits
the rider who, either by himself or with others as his mentors or his students, succumbs to hills and
valleys that make this land a haven for adventure.
May her mothering soul comfort the experienced fallen or the inexperienced displaced, and provide them
the nurturing of the earth they have so come to count on ...
for the experience;
for the adventure;
for the solace;
for the knowledge;
for the pain, the sorrow, the suffering;
for the laughter, the healing, the brotherhood;
... May my mother's spirit live here with all of us whom she never met; all of us whom she placed a value of life on; whom she has continued before in a life everafter; with all whom never knew her nor will ever understand ...
the love she had for the unridden, the love and respect she had for those who rode the unridden, and for leaving this earth unknowing what she will soon only know by being wrapped in the arms of Mother Earth.
As a teenager, my mother rode a dirtbike a time or two. Today, she suffers the evil of cancer. A cancer that is very aggressive; it started in her breast; progressed to her bones; continued to her brain; not satisfied, it moved to her lungs; and as of Tuesday, December 4, 2012, it has officially moved into her liver and has become more prominent in her bones and lungs.
She wants to curl up in a ball every time she hears of anyone riding a dirt/woodsbike, knowing how many trees and rocks and logs are out there. But she is thankful we don't fight the multitudes of cars and trucks and big rigs that are being operated by careless drivers that are out there.
She has told me she prefers I ride the woods. Namely because people like she and I drive the roads street motorcyclists try to maneuver on every day. But honestly, she prefers I never ride again. She has her reasons, and I know them all too well. I do not judge.
When she is gone, it will only be her physical presence that is missing.
... May her spirit surround the earth that provides the element of design and surprise that awaits
the rider who, either by himself or with others as his mentors or his students, succumbs to hills and
valleys that make this land a haven for adventure.
May her mothering soul comfort the experienced fallen or the inexperienced displaced, and provide them
the nurturing of the earth they have so come to count on ...
for the experience;
for the adventure;
for the solace;
for the knowledge;
for the pain, the sorrow, the suffering;
for the laughter, the healing, the brotherhood;
... May my mother's spirit live here with all of us whom she never met; all of us whom she placed a value of life on; whom she has continued before in a life everafter; with all whom never knew her nor will ever understand ...
the love she had for the unridden, the love and respect she had for those who rode the unridden, and for leaving this earth unknowing what she will soon only know by being wrapped in the arms of Mother Earth.
As a teenager, my mother rode a dirtbike a time or two. Today, she suffers the evil of cancer. A cancer that is very aggressive; it started in her breast; progressed to her bones; continued to her brain; not satisfied, it moved to her lungs; and as of Tuesday, December 4, 2012, it has officially moved into her liver and has become more prominent in her bones and lungs.
She wants to curl up in a ball every time she hears of anyone riding a dirt/woodsbike, knowing how many trees and rocks and logs are out there. But she is thankful we don't fight the multitudes of cars and trucks and big rigs that are being operated by careless drivers that are out there.
She has told me she prefers I ride the woods. Namely because people like she and I drive the roads street motorcyclists try to maneuver on every day. But honestly, she prefers I never ride again. She has her reasons, and I know them all too well. I do not judge.
When she is gone, it will only be her physical presence that is missing.