Saved by a bike

How is it possible for one to be saved by an inanimate object? I have no answer. But this I know for sure...I have been saved by my bike! Separation, divorce, single parenting, teens, two jobs, a household, bills, responsibilities, family and life in general have filled my cup. I am not complaining and understand that all these things, these events, these issues are all happening FOR me not TO me. I am learning, I am growing, I am evolving, I am open to the abundance that is to follow. So each day I gently greet my beautiful pink bike with its wicker basket, silver bell and flower and together we ride off into the countryside. It is there that we are welcomed by passing dragonflies, curiously looked upon by goats and cows, passed by busy people in their cars heading to their next stop and waved at by the tall stalks of corn swaying in the breeze. This my open road symbolical reflects the road I have traveled in my life. I have graciously pedaled pass the past and eagerly cruise into the future; breaking only to nourish my body and soul with water and reflection. And so the story goes...this girl has and shall be saved by her bike each pedal forward at a time. For when she straddles her bike and moves forward; she is free, she is happy, she is a child, she is full, she is open, she is hopeful, she is restored, she is trusting, she is faithful, she is one, she is me.