We are all connected in sacred circle of the glorious ride.

Waking up one morning, I scrolled through Facebook. I noticed that one of our Wind Sisters departed from her life on May 1st, International Female Ride Day. Someone had posted a beautiful video montage of her personal life. I am sure it could have been deservedly a featured film because every life is a fascinating story jammed packed with memorable experiences. As I examined the brief video, I observed the confident smile on her fierce face.

The pink mirrored aviator sunglasses that I am sure she went to great lengths to pick out. Her lovely long silvered hair and her gorgeous Harley-Davidson motorcycle that you could undoubtedly tell she took great pride within. Personally, I did not know her, but I wanted to find out what happened to her; I googled her name only to find out a distracted driver hit her head-on, claiming her life. Typically, when you hear of such tragedies like this, you do not experience a connection. Referring to the posted comments from people associated with her, that road with her, and loved her. I realized that “We are all connected in the sacred circle of the glorious ride.”

The gentle air she breathes in and out of her lungs when she rides cautiously is the same air I breathe when I ride. The prevailing winds that she cuts through every time she mounts her Harley are the same wind that I cut through and enjoy when I ride my Spyder. The youthful energy and essence that she brings to the ride on the open road are the gifts I receive every time I ride my ride. It is passed on, left in the atmosphere for other riders to experience. I think every rider provides and surrenders a part of themselves to the ride, their minds, bodies, and souls.

This is what connects us all in the sacred circle of the glorious ride, and when that circle breaks, when one of our feathers has fallen, we steer a little lighter. Our fallen Wind Sister was one of the brilliant feathers in our mighty wings. That feather was unexpectantly taken and softly landed in another sacred space and time we have yet to be called to. I am sure many birds can fly, minus a feather, but they know that one is missing. I detected that loss when I contemplate the video montage of her. I felt as though my wings were just a little lighter due to the one brilliant feather missing. In the motorcycle community, the eagle is recognized as a symbol representing American patriotism, strength, tenacity, and fearlessness when riding on the open roads. When I think of an eagle’s wing, I think of each of us as an extension of that eagle’s wing…A brilliant feather.

“In the tapestry of life, we’re all connected. Each one of us is a gift to those around us, helping each other be who we are, weaving a perfect picture together.”

~Anita Moorjani

We are all connected, like the brilliant feathers of a mighty eagle’s wing. In a practical sense, our bikes are that eagle, and we, as riders, are like the feathers. When one of our feathers has inevitably fallen, there is a noticeable absence that is felt. Although we can still ride with one of our feathers missing, it is, nevertheless, a loss. A new feather will typically grow in its specific place, like a new rider, learning how to ride cautiously, purchasing a bike, and carefully taking to the open road. We undoubtedly gain new riders every day, or dare I justly say, we gain new feathers every day. So, Wind Sisters, enjoy the ride you get today, and let us pray for each other, new riders, and the fallen feathers we have lost along the way. Intentionally let us make sure we offer one another the “Bikers Wave” when we pass a fellow rider because yesterday’s ride is gone. Tomorrow’s ride is never promised…We only ride for today!

May the Joy of the Lord instantly become your strength to encourage you to overcome any fears that you might experience. Remember, in our daring to be brave, when we are seen throwing caution to the wind, casting our cares in Faith upon Him through the ride. Peace, love, and joy are set loose in the atmosphere, and it gives other riders permission to do the same. Allowing us to all rejoice in knowing we have triumphant victory in Riding the Good Ride of Faith.

If this post ministered to you or encourage you in any way, please share with your fellow Wind Sisters.

Be strong and of good courage as you Ride the Good Ride of Faith,
LaShaun and Mrs. Cavatica

Go Before Us Prayer

My Heavenly Father, King of Glory, before I (we) take to the open road, I (we) ask you to go before me (us) and clear the streets and roads that I (we) will ride. Father God, remove any and every obstacle that may block me (us) from reaching my (our) destination safely. Father, may my (our) eyes become sharp like the eyes of an eagle so that I (we) may see anything that would cause me harm or that could cause an accident for me (us) on the road. Father God, I (we) know that when I (we) pray, you hear me (us). So, I (we) have complete confidence in You and Your Word that I am (we are) covered with Your feathers, and under Your wings, I am (we) are safe. In Jesus’ name, I (we) believe and pray, Amen.
Psalms 91:4