Yesterday afternoon it quietly rained on me as I rode through the woods. It was a soft and gentle rain, with thunder rolling around in the sky every so often. It felt amazing. The smell of wet, warm rock, dirt and trees made me feel like everything was right in the world, as it should be, and in those moments of time it was. The sound of my wheels turning on dirt and my breathing settled me, keeping me present and I was very, very grateful.
Grateful to be riding my bike in the woods, alone with my thoughts. It's a common refrain for me but nourishing every time. I learned a long time ago to not let a few dark clouds scare me away from getting outside, 8 out of 10 times it's nothing to worry about, sometimes you get your ass handed to you by the weather but that in itself becomes a fond memory too eventually and a metaphor for life.