|Early morning walk along a bike path, edging the Columbia River, Oregon. Visually |
serene, but automobile commuters rumble nearby, just past the grassy berm.
We seek our peaceful moments when we can.
Bicycles have become an integral part of my happiness, more-so now than ever.
Years ago, I shut TV media off, getting news bits from Internet headlines, on my own terms. It started with 911, which coincided with when I became a mother. I watch happy movies, for the most part, controlling the amount of violence in screen-viewing drama and read novels that transport me to other parts of the world. It's a mental coping mechanism that works for me.
At the same time I started riding more, for errands mostly, to find that "happy place". Adding bike overnights, occasional rides with my husband, and short rides with our children, contributed to not exactly euphoria, but to a peaceful place - a place where I feel calm, think clearly, connect on a digital free level, and can contemplate next steps, whatever those may be.
And, just as importantly, my family, in-laws, parents, seemingly understand when I announce I'm off for a couple hours, a day away, or for a weekend alone. I always return, refreshed.
I long ago realized that my body needs to move. And I see the same restless characteristic in our youngest boy.
I am at peace, finally. I'm happy. And while I have other creative outlets, I'm thankful I've figured out that cycling is a source of contentment on many levels.
Where does cycling fit in your life? Is is strictly for exercise or does riding satisfy something else?