With Rev. Jimmie Scott
One of the fondest memories I have from my motorcycle riding days is what I call the open road. For me that meant a long stretch of open highway that wasn’t so heavily populated with cars and trucks that you had to be concerned about dealing with an abundance of cars and trucks.
Finding those rare highways is every cyclist’s dream because it gives the rider a rare opportunity to relax sufficiently enough to enjoy the power of the machine. It’s an act of submission that every motorcycle understands.
The experience is semi-hypnotic in the sense that the machine and the rider are one. The spiritual practice of oneness operates the same way for me. When I can withdraw my attention from all the emotional an psychological noise in my inner and outer world my soul is peaceful.
Some mystics call this process surrendering. To surrender is not a desperate resignation to a superior force outside ourselves. It is a recognition of the true nature of our inner being. The finite and the infinite are mysteriously intertwined.
Ride Easily, My Friends,