Darting across the field. Plunging down the hill. Pedals rotate, feet are a blur. Lungs heave, heart pounds, smile glows. I am on Elena Gallegos bike trail in Albuquerque, NM. The air is brisk. The trail is empty. I am disconnected from the world, and totally plugged into life. The ride is fantastic, I am on my way home. I begin to see the world again. I think about what I need to be doing. I notice the cactus I had ignored moments before. I tell myself to not run into the cactus. The cactus. The cactus. The cactus called like a Siren. I seemed drawn to it. I was Odysseus. I had no crew to bind me to the mast. I fell into the cactus.
I have been navigating a narrow and harrowing trail lately. I am trying to just keep riding. I struggle to plug into life again. I see the cactus. I listen to the harsh comments, the bashing. I feel the hatred and see the cold stare. It calls to me. I seem drawn to it. Fortunately, I have a crew to bind me to the mast. Narrow escape.