My grandmother was Nettie Mae. That’s a beautiful name, isn’t it. A little lady, full of spirit. I remember when I was a kid, 10 or 11 years old, going fishing with her way out in the country near Blue Ridge, Texas. She drove my cousin and I in an old pickup truck out to the fields where our grandfather was working, usually driving a tractor.
I didn’t realize that what I was experiencing was a picture perfect moment. Maybe we as motorcycle riders need to keep our eyes open for those picture perfect moments, because we probably are exposed to those with every ride.
Tags: Mindfulness, Motorcycle riding, mindful motorcycling, motorcycle therapy, nature connection, peace on two wheels, Rocky Mountain tours, rider self-discovery, spiritual journey, motorcycle community, open road philosophy.
