Day 37-38 The beginning

Day 37 Journal

I spent the day with my 2nd cousins, reconnecting with family. It was a beautiful thing. They are really cool and I had a fun time there. It was a mellow day of napping and hanging out in Paradise Valley. It was hot, but not horrible. As the sun set in Phoenix, I got on my bike and set out again. I rode all night through wind and cold… until I arrived in California again. I had a tail light out, which worked after I replaced a fuse and continued on through LA and up Highway 5… just before the sun came up, a truck cut me off and I had a piece of dust blow into my eye. I think I have a small cut in there, and it really hurts. 

Day 38 Journal

The morning of my 38th day on my quest, I rolled into the town I left from at 9:30 going right to my ex's business. 1600 miles over two days, and every part of my body hurt... I rode possessed with the idea that I had to be back... by the light of the blue moon I rode until my body about gave up. I stumbled into her business and stood staring at her face to face for the first time in almost six weeks. I fell into her arms and felt the life in my body slip a bit. Exhaustion, pain and uncertainty flooded through me and I almost broke. In her arms that morning I was remade. I suddenly felt strong again... like the purpose of my quest had been complete. We talked briefly... 

As I write this, a little over two weeks later, I realized that day that the man quest never ends. That the journey through space was the beginning and a symbol of change... but that the journey through life and beyond is a never-ending process. I have gone through a roller coaster of emotions since returning, and have crashed repeatedly into the walls in my heart. 

The ride was the easy part... 

So I survived to ride again... to love again... to return to fight for what matters most in my life. In the quest I found the resolution of my purpose... but it is not easy. Just because it is fate, does not make it free.