The River Bank

“In the silence of an ordinary Tuesday, everyone is missing this,” are the thoughts I had this evening as I approached the boat ramp.

Seven miles away, parking lots were full of shoppers, some were getting groceries, others getting gas, and some were maybe even getting off work and heading home.

But, there I stood, soaking in the “everything.” There was quietness, but the sound of the current. The sun was dropping behind the trees across the way. The water shimmered this way and that, and the only one who noticed was me.

Yesterday, someone reminded me about hiking and that’s when I realized, we haven’t been. Somewhere in the steps of daily life, I had forgotten nature’s path. The one that keeps me centered, grounded, and gracious.

This “call” of sorts appeared today to get back to the woods. So, at sunset, we made our way up a windy road, through a forest of no leaves, to a paradise completely vacant.

For all the days I’ve spent so busy trying to find my own feet, I found them right where they belong, on the river bank.

Rent the Bike

Last week for Thanksgiving, we went to the beach. While there, Little Bit presented some wild notion to ride a bike around the island. I went into the shop to check.

After gathering the information, I was extremely hesitant. I mean, first of all, to rent a bicycle, they wanted a deposit, the rent, and a copy of my ID.

My ID? For a bicycle? Umm… no. No way. I was not going to do it. A flood of “what happens to the paper copy of my picture identification with my address on it six months from now?” Is it wadded up in some trash can? Yeah right, I’m not doing it!

So, out I went to the truck. I asked Little Bit if we could wait until the next trip down. Ha ha ha, yeah right. Umm… no on the waiting.

I told my husband of the ID absurdity and the possible future fate of my ID. His response? “Maybe they’ll give you the copy of your ID when you bring it back.”

Hmmm. Still not quite convinced, I went back in the store and asked how much the beautiful red bicycle my darling boy had picked out was to buy outright.

Too much.

Then, I told the clerk my ID dilemma and her suggestion? To get the copy of my ID back when I returned the bike! Wow! Husbands are SO smart!

So, Little Bit and I set off with the red beauty in tow and two street crossings later, we started down the sidewalk. He’d walk it awhile, then ride a bit.

“Your turn, Mom!”

Wait, what? Who me?? I haven’t been on a bike in, well, ok, let’s not even go there!

Luckily, that resistance only lasted about thirty seconds and I hopped right on that two wheel cruiser! Believe it or not, I actually stayed upright!!!

We took turns riding an entire mile, until we reached the end of the sidewalk at the end of the island, and can I just say, that it was the BEST Black Friday I have ever had?

We had so much fun! I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that. In fact, when it was my turn, I was like, “Take a picture of me! Get me on video.” It was pure joy.

What wonderful memories we made, spending that time together playing and laughing. And to think, I almost let some fear of a possible distant outcome stop me from doing it.

Lesson learned?

Adventures await. Opportunities arise. Instead of standing in my own way next time, I think I’ll just “rent the bike.”