The north breeze
is fierce and wintry. Temperature is
just above freezing. Unseasonably cold
for the end of October. In this open
area, I continue my jaunt. On my
bike. Outside. Mingling with these raw elements. Outside of my comfort zone. Outside of myself. The frigid wind gusts making my eyes
water. Warm tears rolling down my
cheek. Overflowing onto the inside lens
of my glasses. I stop to wipe them
clean. Standing there, I am reminded of
the ride that is also happening within.
Not resisting. This strong cold
current. Somehow, seemingly bringing
light to certain inner obstacles just by being out there, facing these outer
obstacles. Focus on these feelings. Focus on these words. Nature is such a powerful force. Perfectly honest. Courage seeking. My relationship with cold weather isn’t
really straightforward. I often feel
like my body just wasn’t built for it.
Unattuned. Allowing myself to
feel how this chill physically affects me, observing how my body responds to
it. Strangely, these tears trickling
down my face, although not triggered by emotion, seem to help these feelings flow. Comforting discomfort…
@jamesonthefront
started this cool ongoing project thing where he posts #facesofcycling / #humansofcycling
to show the human emotions stirred on our rides. As a solitude seeker type of rider, here is
my ride selfie from last Friday. Numb on
the outside. So very alive on the inside.
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