There is something about timing that gives me chills. Not the spooky kind - but the deep, soul-level kind. The kind that makes you pause mid-step, mid-breath, and go…whoa.
This past Sunday, I snapped a photo on my ride. The trail stretched straight ahead, flanked by towering trees. Sunbeams spilled through the branches, slicing the shadows, lighting up the path like something out of a dream. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that image has been sitting with me all week like a little breadcrumb from the universe.
Because this Saturday, I ride the final 50–70 km of a journey that has, in every possible way, changed me. And somehow—uncannily, perfectly—it all wraps up on the cusp of Litha.
The Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year. A sacred moment when light and life reach their peak, when we honor the sun’s strength before the slow return of shadow. In the Wheel of the Year, it’s a time of celebration, of full bloom, of fierce beauty—and of balance. Light and dark. Fire and stillness. Growth and gratitude.
And it hits me now: this wasn’t just a bike journey. It was a ritual. A soul trek. A balancing of my own inner fire and shadow. I’ve faced fears I didn’t know I had. I’ve powered through sand and silence, forests and fog, pushing my limits with each new pedal stroke. And somehow, through grit and grace and sheer will, I made it here—to the threshold of Litha.
It's almost too poetic, but also exactly right.
I’ve worked hard. I’ve earned this. Not just the mileage, but the inner shift. The quiet power of saying I did that. I kept going, even when I wanted to stop. I showed up for myself. Over and over again.
So here I am. On the brink of the Solstice. Lit up from the inside out.
And if you’re reading this—this part is for you.
May you find the courage to face your demons.
To ride straight into the wilderness of your fears.
To chase something so bold, so wild, and so true
that it changes your life forever.
Blessed Litha, friends. Let the light find you—and may you never be afraid to follow it <3