I was provided access as a contributor to this blog about a month ago. It is quite an honor to have been given this authorization and with that great honor comes a wee bit of pressure. Tony has asked me a couple of times when I would make my first post but up to now I have had some difficulty coming up with anything that felt worthy. So, before I embark on my first long distance motorcycle trip I thought I would dedicate my first post, quite fittingly, to my dad (Pop, as Kirsten and I called him) who also loved to ride. Please forgive me any rambling – I promise I’ll try to make them less so as I become better at this. As we travel I will do my best to provide interesting observations and entertainment.
I am guilty of having been called a “princess”, a title that I’m rather grateful was eliminated after my SE Asia travels. Cheerfully eating bugs, swatting cockroaches out of my dirty laundry and crawling into a silk sleeping bag to avoid any crawlies on the bed that cost $12/night, not to mention the lavatory situations in many places visited, will surely ditch the reputation for being difficult! After eight months of such humbling experiences I have decided that this will simply be another great adventure. Not only that – a great adventure to share with someone very special to me.
I don’t often speak of my thoughts and feelings on spiritual connection but there is a feeling I have of something greater than myself. This feeling came to me when on a small road in rural Ontario late last summer – the sun shining on me, looking at farmland and smelling fresh smells I hadn’t smelled since moving to Toronto – I could hear Pop’s laugh in my head and visualize him while he laughed. I hadn’t been able to do so in years. Memory is funny that way when someone exits your life.