The Urban Dictionary defines mental constipation as “An inability to articulate one’s thoughts or ideas, resulting in significant psychological distress and frustration.” That comes as close to the state I’ve found myself in for the past couple weeks.
That inability to articulate, the decline in posts, is a reflection of work, circumstance and acts of God.
I have been riding during that time — good medicine to manage the frustrations currently on the table. A recent Saturday morning the Vespa took me on a wandering ride through the local countryside, each mile unwinding the pressures of the previous week.
I often ride alone. At times it’s to selfishly consume the experience for myself without distraction. On others — to treat the mental constipation. Riding is the best medicine.
There’s a discipline connected to riding a scooter or motorcycle that can have a magical effect on the mind and body. It’s odd that a machine can have a therapeutic influence on day-to-day living.
Holding the grips, twisting the throttle, feeling the wind on my chest as I ride along a country road, these physical experiences condense into a psychic elixir that’s good for what ails a man or woman.
Those who don’t ride may never understand.
The spring air, the emerging green of life along with the light that whispers “spring” are just part of a unique mix of that elixir.
Riding, experiencing the world beyond the confines of an office or home, opens a window to a wider life. Standing alone in the dirt miles from home, alone with my thoughts, reminds me once again how important it is to step away from the wheel and just stand still. For many riding is about speed and distance. I suggest it can be about something else. It’s not a competition based on arbitrary measures.
Riding is an experience for the soul.
The days have brought along much noise. At work I’m deep in the search to find my replacement before retirement. An odd experience to talk to people who may assume your role. And last week, storms left our home without power for three days, brought down three 80 feet tall trees and generally wrought unexpected havoc. I was reminded of the power of the ride.
And an appreciation of a hot shower.