Friday, April 10, 2015

Going That way... Nope This way... That way... Oh Look... is That Another Road?

The Bike finally sold a few days ago__and let it be said; I am completely and totally ambivalent about this choice__I haven't a clue whether I'm comin' or goin'...

Somehow I knew it was time for "Things" to change. The whispering in my head was a genuine pita.

Only problem is__ I hadn't really a clue what exactly that "change" looked like. Still don't! I mean all sorts of things have been tumbling in my head. Tumbling so much that they were confused and fleeting in a murky haze.

Finally, more out of frustration than anything else I just reached out and set a grip on one of the visions when it momentarily appeared in the fog... Pretty much I had to do Something, even if it was wrong, just to break the inertia and get some movement.

I've read that; "The mind is like water, when it's agitated it's hard to see... but when it is calm it becomes clear and you can see easily"

Yeah... I get that for sure and for certain. The "water" inside of my head is most often like the inside of a blender clicked on High.

Been so long since I could see clear that I'd probably mistake it for somebody Else's dream and pass on by if it ever did happen.

I'm letting things just settle for a while... and see what comes. Too often I think maybe I've tried to force things that shouldn't be forced and ended up with square pegs wedged tight into round holes.

Turned an unplanned direction a few days after the Raider left__ and stumbled across a guy...

His name is Arlo. He's a 9 week old Australian Shepherd pup from the ISDR registry. That's where they were carried before the AKC got ahold of the breed and begun to mucking it up like it's done to so many others...

The ISDR is where the Real Aussies are found.

Well... when this guy looked at me and that lil' voice deep inside looked into those eyes it whispered; don't be a jackass. do.not.leave.this.guy.behind.

So he's sharing camp with me these days. Softens the loneliness that a solo camp becomes.

Maybe this guy will herd me back into the sunlight that seems to have faded.

We shall hope and see__ and find out where exactly the future road runs.



norcalbarney said...

I just wanted to drop you a note to say that I am listening. : ) I found your blog about 100 years ago, and I've been reading it through RSS ever since.

I got into motorcycles late at 35. My father is a now-retired long distance rider with many IronButt's under his belt, including a 48+1 in ten days. I've had dreams of following in his footsteps, but my neck and back can't handle it.

I have downshifted to a very little paying job at a start up, and I've sold off my Connie C-10s because I am poor. I still think about riding all weekend, but my life is different now. I am right there with you. Change is strange.

I love the quote about mind = water. I will reuse it often.

Namaste, brother. Vroom, vroom!


Steve Johnson said...

Staring into a fireplace or campfire the night through, with your dog at your side, can help calm that water down. It does for me. Hanging a strip of bacon over the fire from a stick, helps too.

Trobairitz said...

Arlo looks like a perfect companion. Cute too. Listen when you want to talk, quiet when you don't.

The name makes me think of Arlo Guthrie. Only Arlo I know I think.

Congrats on the bike sale. Must have been meant to be. I don't think Arlo would like riding pillion.

Sash Johnson said...

Sorry to see the Raider go, but what a gorgeous pup you got there!

I'm sure the fog will clear as time goes on. I'm wishing you the best of luck in finding your next road.

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Brian said...

Thanks All; There have been some mighty great changes already... and more coming in the very close up.

I'm just holding it all pretty close to the vest until it's all a done deal... and then I'll spill all of what I'm up to. ;)