There are a few days out of every year that I always look forward to, and the Love Ride is one of them. For 31 years now Southern California’s premier one-day fundraising motorcycle ride has happened rain or shine. And for all of those years, organizers have raised thousands of dollars for a variety of great causes.
In order to grow emotionally and spiritually, it’s important to look back, as hard as it is, at behaviors, routines and cycles that have produced less than desirable outcomes in our lives. While we don’t want to dwell on the past, we do want to recognize patterns that are no longer working so we can start to form new fruit-bearing behaviors.
At some point in our lives—if we’re introspective enough, or if we desire change in our lives—we’ll take stock of our past and present so as to affect our future. I’ve been engaging in this exercise in small, manageable doses all my life, but never more than now, since hitting the milestone age of 50 in March.
When two full blooded Navajo men, William Yazzie and his son-in-law Shaun Martin, crashed Michael Lichter’s Art Show at the Buffalo Chip in Sturgis, South Dakota, last year and came over and introduced themselves to me, I immediately knew I was in the presence of kindred spirits. But I had no idea of the magnitude that the experience of meeting them was about to unfold.
It’s been almost a month since I wrote my last column; I had wanted to write this one sooner, but I kept getting distracted. Ahhh…distractions. The title of this column. It seems the time I devote to spiritual matters and the “care and tending of my soul” (I heard that once and loved it) is often low on the totem pole of my daily priorities.
The trials, tribulations and success of the Love Ride seem to have come full circle. The annual Southern California ride, that used to attract upwards of 20,000 riders donating more than $1 million in one day at its peak, may not have raised the kind of money this year, but organizers put on a successful event for its 30th year on October 24th.