Yes, that's it... a room of our own.
Pretty simple, pretty basic... often neglected.
I'm a child of the 60's. The feminist movement was in its heyday... it was on the muscle years!... Shoot a girl could get lost in that.
With all the posturing... with all the rhetoric it was definitely an exciting time... perhaps too exciting. I grew up and grew away with the mere, simple thought of a room of my own.
A place to think... a safe haven where I could curl up with a good book or my journal, or pen and ink or watercolors or table saw or welder or back hoe and skid steer... the possibilities were endless... are endless.
I'm old now... I have that room of my own... actually a whole house of my own... a motorcycle of my own, dreams of my own, ambitions, hopes, fears... all of my own.
I'd like this to be a place where I can sit in a comfy chair next to you and share all the things I've found ... where I can hear about the things you've found...
We have all grown... we've found the stuff inside... many of us are still looking and would appreciate a caring understanding guide...
This is a place to be a woman... to be a rider... to have adventures... to blossom and share those things we all carry in a pocket somewhere.
Where do we begin? wherever we are.
I've read some interesting books lately, "Ellen Foster" by Kaye Gibbons... a young girl creating a family... "The Hakawati"by Rahib Alameddine a wonderfully intricate tale of ancient traditional Syrian storytelling mixed with today's world of family and loss.
Family and loss... common threads... This community has become my family, a found family based on nothing more than a desire to ride these silly machines... based on traveling and adventure... based on.. what?
I spent this evening with my ex-husband... the good-ex... the one that introduced me to riding many years ago... we still have that in common, but we've both grown and become all that we are. What a delightful thing.
It's family ... it's riding... it's who we are... where we've been and where we are going.
What a cool thing...
So can you pick up your bike? can you put it on the center stand? do you ride alone? do you love to travel? do you hate rallies? can you pee standing up? Does any of this matter?
If it is you... it does. If it is me, it does... no judgements... no quick fixes...
Come on in, slip your shoes off and sit on the comfy couch... what can I learn today?