Monday morning I took off on my bike early, with the intention of bike riding every morning whether I'm on the road to Tulane or not. I stopped to see an old friend...a particular lion at the Peristyle in City Park. Early mornings before the storm, when there was no one around; I'd get off my bike, climb up, and sit on him. Hugging his neck, leaning into his mane; I could surely feel the strength and power that lie within. We began our days together.
Seeing him from across the lagoon, I could almost hear him calling my name. I had to stop...and sit, whether there were other people hanging around or not!
As always, the view was incredible. But more than the view, the feelings of focus, strength, power and the love and support of an old friend were immeasurable. I've always thought of him as "my" lion; But, I think you can see...I'm not the only one!
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