I was feeling joyful and at the same time still. Even as I traversed the gears of the motorcycle, through corners and straightaways turning the throttle, leaning the bike side-to-side, velocity constantly changing, and yet there was a stillness. What was it like? “I guess you’d have to be there.” How often have we used or heard that expression? It’s because words fail and fall short. Explain what wine or food taste like or tell me what that song sounds like, or what the color of a flower looks like. It’s all words. It’s the “being” and experiencing that matters. In the moment there are no words necessary.