After my dad passed, my mama asked if she could get a bicycle.  We purchased an adult tricycle with a basket…she toured the neighborhood at 85 years young taking gifts to her neighbors.  She said to me, “Oh, I just love the wind blowing in my white hair.  And when I come around that corner, you know, I  just coast right into my driveway!”

My husband and I now both have bikes.  The treks went with us to the beach just last week.  I experienced the wind in my hair and the coasting into the driveway of our beach condo. I remembered my mama…

Such a retreatful moment out of time.  Come…retreat with me!

Where’s your bicycle?

Create your retreat moment right this very minute!