THOUGHTS ON DAY NINE
My wife is PRAYER GIRL, so named because, well, that's what she is, what she does. PG. as she is fondly called, is in Naples, FL. Her husband is cavorting around the countryside, having the time of his life....drinking (coffee!) living (good!), and loving life--and people, and Recovery programs, and more coffee.
No wife I know would be so gracious, so caring, so trusting, so loving, as PG when she allowed me to embark on my little sojourn around the southeast US. My dream of not-too-long standing was to travel on my scooter, visit bloggers, go to meetings, see a few (very few?) sights. Oh thank you, Anna. I love you, girl!
The trip has become a rather self-appraised spiritual experience which is on-going. I have witnessed first hand the wonderful gift of people who are "giving" (and receiving) in every way. What is it called, "random acts of kindness"? I have received so many more of those than it is in me to give, out here on the road. I only can be grateful, and show that in my fresh new attitude toward people...ALL people!
I have listened to stories of troubled peeps. I have been troubled. I have experienced forgiveness from some, and shared happiness with almost everyone I've met out here.
I have discovered (uncovered) some amends which have been lurking, waiting, in my soul. It has been a healing ride for me, although I cannot explain that...I can only feel it down deep. And it is true. After all we ARE about change. I pray that the changes in me stay in me.
So tonight Monday I am in Richmond VA, the weather is like fall...wunderbar! Tomorrow I'll head for North Carolina, probably take two days for the trip to Charlotte.
There to meet Number one Great Grandson.
Even though my journey has evolved into a sort of mission, it seems like a "business trip" sometimes. And even though the enjoyment is far more than ever I could deserve, I'm taking it!
And guess what, as I arrived in Richmond there was a "Care Package" waiting--sent by Polly. (Polly, a petite "Harley Girl" from Naples, cookie baker extraordinaire.) And I opened a BIG box of chocolate chip cookies, and lots of assorted goodies without which no biker should ever find himself.
What awesome delight it is to have a friend like you. Oh, thank you, Polly!
But it is time to go now.