Know Nothing

We don’t know anything. Really, we know absolutely nothing except this moment, this breath, this heartbeat. We certainly learn along the way and gather experiences like so many calluses. Truly, every time we think we know something, we find out that that wasn't quite it. Research continually proves every assertion by scientists incorrect to some degree. We all base our beliefs on the experiences we have collected, but those too, are swept away in the tide of being dealt a different experience card. Maybe this reality is just a dream. Some say it is. Perhaps I am living in someone else's thought strand. Perhaps, this life is an illusion (or quite possibly a delusion). 


If the white feather floats through the air, glinting in the pink gold of the sunrise, and lands just so on the letter "A" on my keyboard as I write about angels, it can mean everything, or it can mean nothing. Thank Goddess for the lack of clarity! I want life to continue to be an exploration, a dance with changing music, a light show of flickering candles without a rhythm. I want the surprises to take my breath away and give me chills. Those things make me feel ALIVE! And in the end, I just want to have lived my life and not squandered it away or kept it so locked up that enjoyment was never part of the equation.  

My Journey

I begin my journey on my Harley. It is packed with camping gear, a very few changes of clothing, my iPad with plenty to read on it, my trusty iPhone on my hip filled as it is with an eclectic mix of music and apps, a comfortable pair of shoes when not wearing my biker boots. My camping gear consists of a pocket rocket burner upon which to cook, a small cook set, fuel, nonperishable food items and some freeze-dried meals, my tent, sleeping bag, and an inflatable mattress. I usually carry several sizes of ziplock baggies, rubber bands, duct tape, a hammer, electrical tape, some tools, and a notebook in which I record daily musings. Though if I have my iPad, I shouldn't need that notebook. I am alone, yet never really alone. I have in my head the soul practices upon which I always work, or need to begin to work on. I have all of my past riding experiences that help me remember all of the motorcycle lessons I work on as I travel ~ which I also apply to life.  A generous supply of patience with myself is packed away. I travel with my Harley Atlas, but this trip, I shouldn't need it.

My trip begins at sunrise, every day. After eating a breakfast of coffee and oatmeal, I spend time packing my T-Bag, saddlebags and extra bag. I follow my Harley Life Rule of: Pack as though you are packing for your best friend, being gentle with her as she learns to pack a Harley.  I have no destination for this first part of my Journey.  It is a creation in the moments.  Before I slip the Harley into gear, my mantra whistles through my head: Mind in the moment, on the motorcycle, 12 seconds ahead, put your eyes where you want to go.  Heart soaring, smile spreading, I let out the clutch and go where the Harley leads. 

Eventually, I will cross to France and follow the El Camino. What lessons can I gather from the ancient souls that have traversed this path before me? What lessons can I pass along to those old souls that I know will find me as I too follow this ancient spiritual earth line? I will follow the path to the sea at the edge of Spain, collecting wisdom like small rocks that I will keep securely in my pockets.  

At the end of my journey, I will know where next I must travel. There is never a "destination" only a another discovery to make. Journeys are the ley-lines of our lives. We are lead by an inner source to feed our souls. Sometimes we are distracted and are deaf to our ley-lines' callings. I will listen to mine and heed them as they lead me through the dance choreographed for me before I was born.