Living Much

2019    Another year of rebuilding... Looking forward to covering some ground on 2 wheels after a year of Re-mapping life. May 30th marks a year free of narcissistic abuse I had no idea what was until the last bit of the relationship.  words of wisdom, always trust your gut, it's right. Lied to, cheated on and still he wears a mask not understanding what he is. It has made me a difficult person and scared to commit now. As the MC world teaches us "Trust No One" live by it.  The season change brings new life and a hope for fresh beauty in life. Travel and work are the most important to me and the few friends I have.  I know I'll never be anything but a Gypsy in this life and 2 wheel with the open road will keep me going.  What's your new beginning?

As the sun sets over Lake St. Clair, the rushing of war air runs through my hair. I have become a new me. I haven't forgot the past, but I am moving forward.  Back to my roots of the water life and riding my motorcycle and hanging out with new and old friends. Being back in the world, getting out of a toxic situation, has brought me back into the light.  My Gypsy soul is free again to experience the amazing things life has to offer.  Between caring for family and going on amazing adventures and keeping myself pure, I have unloaded a new beginning.  My goals have changed, my being is separated from the chains that were dragging me down.  It may take me a bit to overcome many of the lost feeling in my body, and I have to move slow to make sure I do not get into anything as I have done before. Every opportunity I get for something new, I am grasping on and enjoying the ride.  For too long the world has drug me down to a low being of existence, until now....

This picture was sent to me from an acquaintance friend out of Europe.  Kind of funny since I am a Leo and it shows the fire in my ora.  As time passes I tried to go back to things I used to d when we met, yet they don't work out for me and I almost kill myself doing things I've been so far out of reach. My soul is on fire, fire from being hurt and lied too.  You think it doesn't affect me and like nothing happened, yet you lie to tell the truth. Well, what truth is in a lie.  Consistent white lies wrapped in the skeletons in your head. Me, being the one that has been through hell a couple times already ca read the narcissist ways you have. I wish I had known more about the meaning of that when we met. I wouldn't be here today. I wouldn't be empty, trying to refill my soulless body you took away what was left while I was trying to pick up my already broken pieces.   I no longer give a fk. I'm trying my best to listen, yet again all I hear is lies. In try ...

Within the month I have lost me, again.  I planned a year without knowing but just to be there for someone who doesn't have empathy and is a gas lighter. I never knew about the meanings of these things until I started following a few people who seemed to be on the page I fell onto. What I can say is WOW, I have been around this my whole life and never been taught about the real meaning of those life codes with so much more. I talked to a pastor today and he can see right through me. He can see I AM hurt.  As he put it, it's an addiction. An addiction to a human trait many of us have, but will never understand. Nothing ever to do with drugs, but the way we choose the people around us, what we fall for. See I found another man (ego builder) who likes everything but me. He will choose to like other peoples info and friend girls he may or may not know and leave me out of his picture. The whole picture, I belong to no one but me. At my ae I should only expect it, right? ...

  In the years I began riding over 15 years ago it began; the experience gained is grand.  Experiences from sport to touring, sales and rentals, I've done it all.    Lots of rides and promotions have made me realize how the biker community can stick together or hate each other.  From the Euro group coming to troll down Route 66 on to the over zealous hard core bikers that look for the rally every year.  The demeanor of each individual on their two wheels is such a wide spectrum of cultural differences yet so close to the same ending.  The love of the open road.    From early family, for me anyway, we started on Vespa's, Lambretta and anything else that could be found on the Swiss soil. In my years on the road I have met many "single serving" friends.  Friends you meet on the road and stay friends with for life. I could never fathom the people my Grandfather or father has met through the heritage of racing, riding and ...