Thresholds and
Transitions
Labor Day weekend traditionally marks a point on the
calendar that signifies a transitional time for most in our culture. Many are
rushing away to the beach, lake or mountains for a summer ending respite, a
final vacation before summer officially ends. Endings and beginnings, isn’t
that what life is? What is it that the
end of summer brings? One suspects that it brings a bit of angst for this
society regularly as we race into all that accompanies the final quarter of the
year.
For families the kids are back in school. Mom and or dad-if
they are gainfully employed- and these days it is mostly mom and dad, are
immersed in the business of finishing the year strong where pressure mounts to
meet goals and quotas. This year it is different. It is a presidential election year filled
with mistrust and vitriol and the anxiety of the nation is red lining. We are careening towards a November Tuesday which
will result in a transition of which no one is certain or comfortable.
Transition is good because it causes us to pause and
reflect. Usually when one pauses and
reflects it allows a closer walk with the Creator. We begin to become more in touch with who we
are. Sometime it is painful. The transition may be away from a close and
comfortable relationship a friendship lost or left behind. We leave our comfort zones. The path is unfamiliar or hauntingly
familiar. We become reacquainted with who we were. Do we stop and cease to
grow where surely gravity will drag us down or do we cross the turbulent
threshold with faith, hand in hand with the Father and grow into something or
someone new and improved?
One of the great pleasures and spiritual aspects of
motorcycle riding is experiencing thresholds and transitions. When one is just learning or still new to
riding or maybe adjusting to a new model there are a few moments that are
critical to successful and enjoyable experiences. Some of them are as follows:
your first rain shower with wet roads, your first foray onto the interstate
with the big semis, the first time you find yourself behind a truck hauling chickens….
or better yet in the rain, the first time a landscaper is blowing leaves and
cuttings into your path and the first time you ride someone special on the back
with you. See:
What are we to do when we find ourselves in life’s
uncomfortable and anxiety laden transitions? Ride through it!
The Writer's Standard
Amen Brother and Sister Riders.
Bradford Bosworth
September, 2016
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