This week a door opened for me…
NOTHING in my evolutionary progression has prepared me for work indoors, sitting down all day, under fake sunshine, breathing artificially filtered air, in a climate controlled environment.
I sound like a science experiment, don’t I?
Some days I feel like one too…but let me express first my deep appreciation for being an active participant in the work force. This isn’t a bitch-fest to bash my employer. I work for a GREAT company, who not only cares about the wellbeing of its employees, but actually believes in what they do. That’s a bit of a rarity in these “me-me-me” times.
Having said all that- I am lonely today.
Bereft not only of J.C.’s company (which has been a constant for five and a half days and nights) but of the wind and sun and the sea and the sense of belonging to a world that is far removed from this outer alien landscape I found myself deposited in, Monday morning. There is an awakening place inside of me that yearns for the motion and freedom of movement that comes from riding the back roads and byways with J.C., a place where I don’t have to talk; a place where wind and turbulence are a language all their own, and light has not only a color, but a taste. In that place, I am free from restrictions, and spend hours watching the play of tendons in J.C.’s wrists as he shifts through the gears of the Harley, or gauge what time it is by how hot the sun is on my legs, or watch the reflection of the skies and clouds moving overhead in the chrome of the bike…
Stumbling out of bed at 5:30 AM- splash water on face, brush teeth and hair (hopefully awake enough not to use same brush for both but who cares, really?) and pull on shorts and T-shirt (hurrying now) grabbing helmet and glasses (where’s the DAMN key!?) and phone (for pictures)
…and finally- ahhh- there’s the road. Good morning, Beautiful.
By 6:30 -ish we are crossing the Lazaretto Creek Bridge, and the rising sun is visible, and vibrant. And breathtaking. For just a heartbeat, we are together, me and J.C., but we are not really here…in this world, but not of it. We simply are. We swim, we play like children, we immerse not only in the ocean, but in a completely hedonistic frame of mind. No duties, no responsibilities, no loyalties except to each other, our pack, the road, and our appetites.
This isn’t a “recharge”. Oh, no. This is an awakening to something altogether organic and primal.
This is living. We eat somewhere. There has never been a breakfast that tastes so good- except maybe the one we had yesterday. Or the one we’ll share tomorrow. THIS is the real world, the way we are meant to not only survive, but flourish and succeed. It’s about strength and endurance- it’s about ditching stress and refusing to be a “game player”, while remaining a “game changer”. It’s about defining goals and knowing yourself. It’s about not giving a damn about big attitudes supported by small minds and closed hearts. It’s what happens, (if you are lucky) when you REMEMBER what and who you are. And only you know the answer to that one.
Moving forward, I refuse to settle for any less than the experience of life, lived thusly, or to surround myself with the “Kool-Aid drinkers.”
And neither should you.
Here’s to our adventures-
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*Side notes of interest- what we’re doing*
Primal Blueprint- It really does produce results. I can’t remember the last time as an adult that I felt myself getting stronger, sleeping deeper, or feeling more balanced. It’s interesting to track your own changes physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
See the article in the upcoming Pooler magazine about us! We’re so excited! Owen is worried that maybe Victoria missed his good side, Silly boy…he’s all good side!
Full Bowls Adoption Event & Food Dispersal (Monthly) Third Saturday of every month, to begin Saturday, July 21st, 10 -2. Low Country Grooming 8401 Whitfield Ave. Savannah GA 31406 Local rescues and pet food giveaway.