Maybe some of you do this too: get on your bike, just to be on it.
You don’t know where you’re going.
You don’t know for how long you’ll go.
You just go.
Because it feels right.
It feels like what must be done.
So wrote Rumi, “Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”
That was this day.
I just went.
And went and went and went.
I kept following the “strange pull.”
I didn’t stop, until I pulled my bike back into my garage.
And I felt all the better….