I have spent one of the most densely experienced weeks of my life riding with Wheeled Migration. Unexpectedly, somewhere between Avalon and Occidental this tour grew into much more than a bike ride for me. The feeling of community on the road and off the road has been unbelievable. Every single person I have ridden with has amazed the hell out of me. Thanks to each and every one of you for the pleasure of your company and for being the very best of what we have to offer each other. I miss you terribly and wish you a safe journey. Blow the lid off of San Luis Obispo for me!
-Brad
Dearest Riders!
I am in Love with all of you! So many moments blew my mind, so any words I type are merely a layer of moss atop a rainbow.
Brad, you put your thoughts into words so well. What a testament to the joy of the ride that we encountered each other the day I got back just minutes before North Rim closed, neither of us successful with our bicyclical ;o) attempts.
For me there is a new sense of aliveness available that I didn't know about before, one I had certainly asked for consciously, having to do with laughter, fun and fire. I can be so deep and serious; the inner wildness crackles to creep out.
You all bring it out of me, simply with your 'being you' and your acceptance of me being me. A profound thing, to say the least.
It feels like all Life's little luscious pieces have swarmed together before my eyes... elements of sensual existence, leadership and living fully, living with the earth in movement.
All of it feels fertile.
Let's play again soon, I miss all of you except Brad who I get to see, in this blue-skied valley town we call home. And for those who don't, this is your home too.
Slow to SLO!
Ocean swells of mango flavored love,
Jessica