The rude to freedom

A Tribute to Freedom: The air we breathe and the wind in our hair.

Hello beautiful Souls. My message today was inspired by a friend who embraces and loves to ride a motorbike. A tribute to freedom; the air we breathe and the wind in our hair.

I have had the privilege to have ridden a bicycle, a motorbike and a horse. I resonate with the incredible upliftment that these activities bring to us.

To the "wind in our hair," the constant, liberating spirit of motion—we offer our deepest gratitude.

When the body feels like a cage, and the mind is shrouded in the fatigue of physical or mental hardship, the sensation of being trapped can be crushing. Yet, there is a universal antidote found not only in immobility, but in speed too. Maybe an adrenaline boost?

We find our freedom across landscapes of motion. There is the bicycle, a pure machine of power propelled by sheer resolve, where every pump of the legs is a deliberate act of choosing vitality over stagnation. A meander or a serious pace when discipline and endurance can be measured.

There is the surge of the motorbike, where the engine's roar is an affirmation of life, allowing the rider to consume miles with a speed that feels like pure, joyous escape. The freedom and peace of being at peace within. Just you your bike and total abyss and sacred bliss.

Added to the experience there is the horse, a strong, breathing presence offering a borrowed grace, a shared spirit that carries us effortlessly, lifting the common burdens we carry in profound partnership.The power and strength of the beast who knows its course and upholds the spirit of carefree strides. Offering a relationship of trust and confidence.

In all these moments—whether fueled by personal effort, mechanical might, or the pulse of a living creature—the true healer is the air itself. That glorious, rushing current—the wind in our hair—is not merely movement; it is life arriving. It is the sensation that scrubs worry from the mind, cools the fever of anxiety, and whispers to every rider:

"You are here. You are moving. You are free."

Thank you for the feeling of flight, for the brief, perfect illusion that we are not just bodies to be managed, but souls to be unleashed.

Thank you for the reminder that even amid illness or struggle, the ability to seek this profound, exhilarating joy still resides, just waiting for the next gust of freedom. I give such appreciation for the ride!

Maybe a temporary relief and an interlude of life…We give thanks to the air we breathe! This is the breath of bliss! Namaste 🙏🏻