I missed the Blessing of the Bikes last month due to work travel but,…
Sunday morning down at the Trailhead at Forest Meadows I went into the clubhouse to get some cold water. A lovely, smiling dark-skinned angel was working behind the counter and we chatted. My brother and I, sweating in our superhero clothes and she, relaxed and beautiful in t-shirt and jeans. We talked about the weather, and the baritone horn, and as we were parting ways she said, “God Bless You”. It caught me off guard, but she was so kind and sincere I answered back, “God bless you too”. It felt right.
On the way home I ran over a laminated card lying in the middle of the highway, I doubled back to grab it. What was it? A commemorative card from the blessing of the bikes.
I know, like whoa! right?