We had a bit of a bicycle boot camp over Spring Break. Resolved to leave our training wheels forever in the dust, the Craunlets together navigated the act of finding balance. It was a wild ride to say at the very least. The days were at times competitive, then compassionate at others. There were many ups and downs, but no major injuries sustained. And alas, we now have two confidently biking Craunlets.
Concurrently to helping and encouraging the Craunlets in their efforts, I was working on developing a new print and learning how to fold a bird in origami as part of the new piece.
Holding the back of their seats to steady their balance on their bikes, and pushing the Craunlets off to experience the increased ease of balance with speed, I remembered a recurring dream that I have been having of flying. It's an oddly comforting dream. I am low on the horizon, and then I catch wind beneath me, and I soar. I feel so alive, and free, and am almost always taking flight over water, seemingly reinforcing the abandoned need of the ground. It's odd, but I never consciously realized that I have had this recurring dream until this last weekend.
It seems learning to ride a bike is a lot like learning how to fly. Taking risks often open us up to vulnerability and injury, but if we keep showing up and stepping out–dusting ourselves off when we fall–we can find our balance and excel. I love how the lessons that I am trying to teach the Craunlets on one level, are so transferable to a lifetime of learning and trusting.