Momentum is a familiar friend when I am riding. The larger the bike (heavier) and the greater the speed, the more that the bike simply wants to go straight. As a rider, one should never presume that s/he determines what happens next. One may influence but one does not totally control. One can never forget or ignore the relationship between momentum and what happens next.
When pressures mount in my life, it is good to just ride. A good ride can be planned, scripted, or impromptu. It doesn’t seem to matter how it gets started. I find that all good rides share something in common.
On a good ride, the larger the burden I come to the ride with the higher the potential is for something magical to happen. In contrast to riding, I can choose if heavy burdens stay with me. It may sound odd, my choice determines if they have any momentum. If I keep them with me, they get heavier with time. If I let them go and just ride, they morph into something quite different.
If burdens gather momentum, I find that they begin to steer my life. Most of the time I do not see it happening. Instead of take a break, going for a ride in real terms or metaphorically, I merely give it more weight and speed. When the issue centers on right, wrong, compassion, and injustice, then I am confronted with a blunt assessment. My actions are only “providing fuel for more wrong, more injustice, bringing more hurt to the people of your own spiritual family.” (1 Corinthians 6.8)
If I choose to let go, to let the wind, wonder, and wild speak to me, it is as if I am being recreated. I am in a moment where the simple choices I make will create their own momentum with me coming along for the ride. There are rules and disciplines that help makes things work. Yet the ride gives one the freedom to let life touch your senses. It is indescribably refreshing.
I am ready to ride.