There is such a beautiful freedom in tearsPermitting your heart, body, and mind to swell over the walls of others’ considerationsSailing on the waves of bitterness, grief, insurmountable joy and fearBeing swept up in the currents of past, present, and the unseeable futureDoes it ever catch you off guard when you whisper to yourself “Finally?”We, as a people, sometimes ache for the salt water deluge which makes small rivers and streams down the contours of our faceCreates the quakes and shivers in the body, moving with an uninhibited freedom through our nerves, muscles and subconsciousIt is in these disruptions we give ourselves permission to be.To live in the here and nowTo listen to the ghosts that haunt usTo lean into the dappled light that nurtures and powers usStorms can come upon us suddenly or they can send messengers ahead to launch the warning sirensEither way nature knows its limitsAs each storm moves from place to place they always leave a serene hush over the landscapeA bright horizon filled with possibilities and new beginningsA freedom you can only experience after the salt water has washed you clean
This past weekend the lovely folks at WordPress sent me a little reminder that NewYorkDreaming turned 2 years old on Saturday! Terrible two’s here I come (haha). It’s hard to believe that not only have I been steadily at this for two years, but all of the creativity, freedom, and permission this blog has given me has helped to shape my months and years into tangible goals and amazing experiences. If today is your first day stopping over, Welcome!, if you have been a steadfast reader, Thank You!, and if you pop in from time-to-time, Thanks for the visit!
Since I’ve been really getting into the whole “post a video” thing, I thought that there was no better way to show my excitement, gratitude and awe than with an oldie but goodie by Hall and Oates.
While I may not have rented a CitiBike like I mentioned in my previous post “Fresh Start,” I finally did get the courage to borrow my roommate’s bike (Schwinny) and helmet and go for a ride.
I never realized how much I missed riding a bike until I was pedaling along side the Hudson River, wind blowing in my face, geese crossing the bike path, and my Pandora station blasting in my ears. It definitely took me back to the days back home when I ride my bike, somewhat faithfully, everyday on our drive. Rain or shine (especially Rain) I would roll out my purple mountain bike and ride up and down our gravel road, throwing caution to the wind, belting at the top of my longs, as I hit puddles, grass, and fields. (i’ll put a picture of our road below so you understand what I’m talking about).
Even when people talk about how solitary New York City can be, lack of eye contact or random stranger chats, I must admit that sometimes I really value that when I’m singing Maroon 5 and The Four Tops at the top of my lungs on the Greenway and not having to worry about a stray glance or upturned nose at my singing or smiling.
There is nothing more freeing than being on a bike going someplace or no place. I understand why Cynthia and her friends love it so much. While I never see myself braving actual traffic with cars, pedestrians and other cyclists, recreational biking is definitely where it’s at!
My First “Greenway”
Photos from my recent Rides