Mary-Elizabeth Briscoe

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It's been awhile...

It's a beautiful day here in Vermont.  I write from my deck with my dog napping beside me, a gentle breeze to keep from being too hot. A perfect afternoon.
I realized sitting here that I haven't posted in a few weeks.  The good news is that I've been spending all my free time working on my manuscript leaving little time for anything else.  The bad news is I've been spending all my free time on my manuscript leaving little time for anything else.  One thing I managed to make time for was a motorcycle safety course.  I have wanted to ride a motorcycle since I was a teenager, but was always afraid to pursue it.  Until, that is, my nephew suggested we take the course together.  So, we signed up and spent all of last weekend in the classroom and on the "range" as they refer to the parking lot where we practiced. It was so much fun, despite the incredibly hot and humid weather we endured.   We both passed and now have our licenses.  He was the star of the class which was fun to see.  He showed up at my house the other night with his brand new Harley and urged me to hurry up and buy a bike so we could ride together.  I have to admit I'll be picking up my bike sometime next week as soon it's ready.  Of course mine is a true beginner's bike and much smaller than his, but I am looking forward to riding with him.  I am grateful to him because I likely would never have taken the class without him and I'm so happy that I did.  
It's one of those things that so many of us never do because we're afraid.  It took me over thirty years to do it, but I finally found the courage and did it.  Not unlike my pilgrimage to Skellig Michael, but that's a story unto itself and one that I will one day share.  I just haven't yet been able to find the words to truly express the depth of the experience.  I'm working on it.  In the meantime I'd love to hear about your stories of courage, just leave them in the comment section.  
Back to enjoying the day...