One Woman\u2019s Journey West\u2014on a Motorcycle, with a Dream and a Bit of Horse Hair in Her Helmet
Some decisions come loud. Others come quietly\u2014like a whisper you can\u2019t ignore, even if it makes no sense on paper.
When it came time to head to Chase, British Columbia for the next leg of my Gestalt training, the plan was simple: drive. I\u2019d made the trip before\u2014to Colorado, to class, to growth\u2014but this time was different. This time, the location changed. The road was longer. And all my usual options\u2026 well, they started to fall away.
My truck desperately needed an alignment and an oil change. My dad, always my mechanic and voice of reason, said if I took it, I\u2019d come home without tires. He recommended I take my car instead\u2014unaware that it, too, was throwing warning lights and begging for a mechanic\u2019s attention. Not exactly road-trip ready.
Still, I held the thought. Quietly. Closely.
It stirred something in me\u2014freedom, defiance, a hunger for clarity.
So I mentioned\u2014just quietly\u2014on my birthday to my mom, that maybe I\u2019d ride the motorcycle.
She didn\u2019t love the idea. But she didn\u2019t shut it down, either. She just offered a quiet, foreboding story about my uncle riding his bike from Washington and never riding again. (Thanks, Mom.)
Then she looked at me and said, \u201cI don\u2019t like it\u2026 but you\u2019re a grown woman, and you can do what you want.\u201d
She\u2019d also given me a box to drop off at my aunt and uncle\u2019s. But when I told her I might be riding the bike, she paused and said gently, \u201cThat box can go another time.\u201d
She never told my dad. And somehow, that silence\u2014along with the box left behind\u2014felt like her version of support. A quiet understanding between us, unspoken but deeply felt.
I didn\u2019t tell my boyfriend until the morning I was leaving. When I finally said it out loud\u2014\u201cI\u2019m riding the bike\u201d\u2014he pleaded with me not to. Tried every tactic. Reason. Emotion. Safety concerns. When that didn\u2019t work\u2026 he didn\u2019t even come home that night to see me off.
But I went anyway.<\/p>\n
Here\u2019s the truth: I had already made the decision.
I needed this ride. Not just to get to class, but to meet myself on the road.
So I packed light. I strapped on my helmet.
And sure enough, like always\u2014there was horse hair tucked inside it.
Because of course there was. The horses go where I go. Even into the unknown.
I rolled away from the farm in Glyndon with no playlist, no co-pilot, and no clear idea how the next few days would unfold. Just a full tank, a stubborn heart, and the road calling west. Each mile westward was part prayer, part protest, part deep breath.<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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