I've taken up cycling

That is, on a real bike on the real road. I'm not at all a gym kind of person (although I am always excited when in one due to being surrounded by people who have goals and take action) and I am blessed with the need for stimulation. The idea of mounting a stationary bike is as appealing to me as hitting my head against the wall. Now, couple this with the reality of unchangeable and often time unnegotiable inclines and traffic conditions and things get exciting!!!

After giving birth to my surrogate baby SEVEN months ago, I find myself Still carrying baby weight and eager to be my lean self. It is time. So, I balance having four children and being the bread-winner, but where is the time for me? Here I sit in another pit-stop determining not only which gear to take, but which path as well. The hill ahead of my seems so tall and insurrmountable, but I find that if I will only respect the break and let my body, mind and spirit calm and find peace, I will better be suited to climb it.

Living yoga allows me to be mindful and present in all things, with a continual connection to God, as I know as my creator. Living in continual communion with God allows wisdom to come in and each and every turn to be a lesson offered for learning. As I peddle my bike and strain against pushing my strong and heavy frame along the pavement, I find myself distracted and struggling for focus, much like on my mat. This fast breath and heart rate seem foreign to me and I long for the comfort of familiarity, but yet it is not here. I am in a new seat, with a new hat. My mind gains pace and finds myself at home, in my office, doing work, but my inner wisdom says, 'The objective is not the destination. The objective is the journey'. So too, is it in life.

We often find ourselves so consumed with destinations, goals and intentions. When we might better remember that it is not the results that are the accomplishment, but the path we take to get there. This is where the lessons are. In the hills we face, the gears we shift, and the judgements made along the way. The destination does not make us who we are, but the daily toil along the journey that moulds us.