Motorcycling is meditation. Mindful awareness of every given moment, it is both challenging and unwise to let one's mind wander too far from the road ahead when riding. The consequences are unforgiving. At least that's been my experience, and it's remarkably therapeutic.
Learning how to ride seemed mandatory. I became the owner of a Rebel 250 when my boyfriend (now husband) upgraded to a Harley. Earning my endorsement soon after, I practiced at home. The limitations of our location and the bike were discouraging. It wasn't until I traded in the Rebel for a Street 500 that I realized how much I could enjoy being on a bike. Anxious by nature, I soon learned that indulging in fearful thoughts did more harm than good. Calming myself by breathing, focusing on the tasks at hand gave me the freedom to succeed both at riding and locating peace of mind.
After almost a year on the Street, I traded it in for an Iron 883. It was a match made in heaven. I instantly fell in love with feeling actual power when I twisted the throttle, the bike wanting to find higher speeds, open roads, and new adventures. It has been my primary means of motorcycle meditation since.
Finding a group of supportive women to ride with has only made this journey even better. Whether it is to find a friend for a weekend ride, an event, or a bike night downtown, I can count on learning more about continuing to grow as a rider. As a licensed mental health therapist and yoga teacher by day, I appreciate the joy I have found in throttle therapy, in addition to finding sisterhood with The Iron Lilies.