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Eudemonia - That Perfect Instant
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By Frosty Wooldridge | |
Aristotle spoke about it being, "A moment of happiness." Richard Bach called it, "You will reach heaven Jonathan when you reach the perfect speed; and the perfect speed is, 'being there'." The Buddha talked about it as 'Satori' or that 'instant of perfection'. Those who smoke mind-altering drugs call it being, 'high'. The Dali Lama described it as, "People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost."
While riding my bike, eudemonia strikes me at the most inopportune times. It could be sunny, rainy, cold, hot, hilly or flat as a pancake riding. Eudemonia might strike during the spring, summer, fall or winter while riding my bike. For certain, it hits you during your travels on your bicycle. How many "perfect moments" have you journaled in your two-wheeled travels? What epic moments changed your life? What profound ideas sat on your shoulders while pedaling your bike? I bet you could write your own stories. At one point, we stopped to take pictures. A couple of fishermen drove up in their pickup truck. "What you guys doin'?" the driver asked. Once again, the woods quieted. The air stilled. The leaves rustled in the slight breeze. The sun shone down through the cornucopia of colors while a blue sky over-domed us. Through the myriad of maple, oak, poplar and spruce trees—the crystalline waters of Lake Superior shimmered with billions of diamonds. For us, the quietude served our spirits and calmed our souls. At that moment, a hummingbird, mistaking my jersey for a flower, flew right to within a foot of my face. He looked at me as if he might find nectar from one of the flowers on my jersey. His wings beat at 72 times a second. He hovered for five seconds, eyeball to eyeball with me. Not seeing an opening of a flower, he gave his little motor-chirp, and vanished as quickly as he appeared. The woods swallowed him in its grand scheme. "Man," I said to Doug. "Did you see that little guy?" Another ride up to Spluggen Pass in the Italian Alps, my friend Gary Hall sat on his bike guzzling his water bottle. As he finished, a metallic-blue-winged butterfly landed on his finger. It sat there for 30 seconds, flapping its wings in a kind of dance. We both watched it in wonder as to why it had landed on Gary's finger. Seconds later, it flew up to his shoulder. Again, it sat there for 15 seconds. From Gary's shoulder, it flew up the mountain and vanished in a field of wildflowers. Another time, in fact, last summer, on Route 287 in Montana, as we started out in the morning, a Golden Eagle with an 8-foot wingspan, leaped right out of the bush beside the road and flew at eye level not 20 feet in front of us. The rising sun caught his under belly so brightly that we watched his muscles ripple as he wings beat. It was sheer energy of this magnificent flying miracle in action. Down the road that day, the image of his muscles working under his feathers and the sun bouncing off his body—totally amazed me. David and I talked about that moment for the rest of the day. And, we will talk about it around the campfire to others in the coming years. There's some kind of a 'eudemonia' moment awaiting anyone on a bicycle, carrying a backpack, sporting scuba tanks or paddling a canoe through the wilderness. Some of those moments may be dramatic such as the bear-moose event I lived through up in the Yukon Territory years ago. Others might be as serene as watching a beaver cross a pond on his way to his lodge at sunset. Can't forget that V-wake behind him as the sun sparkled off the ripples he created on his journey to his or her home. John Muir said it best, "How many hearts with warm red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining? A multitude of animal-people, intimately related to us, but of whose lives we know almost nothing, are as busy about their own affairs as we are about ours." Hopefully, you ride your bicycle into 'Eudemonia' moments that bring a smile to your soul, or face, or spirit. Each eudemonia instant offers you creative engagement, emotional uplift and a sense of your common bond with all life on this planet. Let's make the 'Roaring Twenties" of the 21st century a bicycle phenomenon for all people on Earth. Frosty Wooldridge, 6 continent world bicycle traveler, exploring our world -- Frosty Wooldridge Golden, CO Population-Immigration-Environmental specialist: speaker at colleges, civic clubs, high schools and conferences Facebook: Frosty Wooldridge Facebook Adventure Page: How to Live a Life of Adventure: The Art of Exploring the World Www.HowToLiveALifeOfAdventure.com Www.frostywooldridge.com Six continent world bicycle traveler Speaker/writer/adventurer Adventure book: How to Live a Life of Adventure: The Art of Exploring the World Frosty Wooldridge, six continent world bicycle traveler, Astoria, Oregon to Bar Harbor, Maine, 4,100 miles, 13 states, Canada, summer 2017, 100,000 feet of climbing:
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