How this little Miss Piggy gets out of her poo pit

Quite simply, one of the most wonderful things about living on Kauai is that I can never stay in my pit of self pity for long.

I hop on my anti-anxiety pill (my bike) and take off down the road.

For the past couple of nights, I have had the privilege to ride during sunset.
The Twilight or Golden Hour makes the colors so bright that I can almost taste them and hear them!

Oh the colors, colors, colors!

I tilt my head back and hoot with joy!

I hear the Creator of the Universe whispering to me, "I am here. Do you see Me? Do you see how much I love you and think of you? I put on this display day after day for anyone who chooses to see. Do you see?"
It is on my bike that I feel like I truly see and grasp some things.

It is also on my bike that the simplest of things bring me intense joy.

Like, as I was riding yesterday, it started to rain on me. Joy of joys! That was great!

At one point, at a stoplight, I felt like someone in the car next to me was giving me the hairy eyeball.
I tentatively looked over only to discover it was a dog looking me up and down. It was so cute and I laughed at the silliness of it all.

Today, a truck passed me on my right and from the passenger seat, I saw a little blond head craning
out the window to see me as she passed by, with a sweet smile on her face. I smiled my biggest smile
in return.

As I made my way to the lookout over the Fishpond, I saw 3 adolescent boys, 2 on a scooter, one on
his bike. They had such sweet expressions on their faces because they thought they knew me.
Mrs. Piccolo? Oh! We thought you were our teacher!

As I ended my ride, I came upon a boy riding his bike in front of me. As I passed him, I realized he
wasn't a boy. After a couple of minutes, he came up on my left and started riding next to me and
talking to me.
He told me how 22 years ago, he used to wake up in the mornings and run this very stretch of road because it had been so thoroughly ingrained in him since the Army.
He rode with me for about 10 minutes and before we parted, he told me his name was Sam and that he was glad he ran into me because it was nice to talk to me.
I felt the same way and wished him well.

May I always live my life like a good, driving, bass beat that makes everyone want to get up and
wiggle to the song of life!

....AND... stay out of my poo pit  ;-)

Love you!