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AnjikaPita 

Sex: Female
Location: Spring Hill, FL
Country: United States
Last Online: This Month
Interested in: Males
               
Age: 44
Ride: Yes
Own a bike: Yes
Status: Single
Looking for: Friends, relationships, riding partners
Drink: Drink Socially
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Well see as I cant put pics in about me ect I will put here


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I am a


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I Love studying astrology


My Passions are helping the elderly. I am a Home Health Aide.I care for not only the elderly but those that are disabled. I find my job so rewarding. Not just for being there for them. I am rewarded with all their wisdom and knowledge that they teach me.


I also have a little farm here with my furry family.I take in abused and neglected animals. I work through Love to help them regain their spirit once again.Through them I have learned the meaning of unconditional Love.


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I welcome all into my life. I enjoy learning from and with others. Knowledge is what I seek as well as share. We all need growth. I am Blessed to have these friends here that I am growing with and would be honored to have you among them.


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Oh My I could go on and on.


Culture and Beliefs


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Mother Earth


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Earth Teach Me to Remember



by John Yellow Lark





Earth teach me stillness



as the grasses are stilled with light.



Earth teach me suffering



as old stones suffer with memory.



Earth teach me humility



as blossoms are humble with beginning.



Earth Teach me caring



as the mother who secures her young.



Earth teach me courage



as the tree which stands alone.



Earth teach me limitation



as the ant which crawls on the ground.



Earth teach me freedom



as the eagle which soars in the sky.



Earth teach me resignation



as the leaves which die in the fall.



Earth teach me regeneration



as the seed which rises in the spring.



Earth teach me to forget myself



as melted snow forgets its life.



Earth teach me to remember kindness



as dry fields weep in the rain.


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Daily Prayer of the Wolf


By MoonChyld


I call to those who went before me for guidance to travel this days path I ask those who are yet to come what this holds for me Of Wolf and Man is what I seek I ask for the Wolf to be at one with the Man and for the Man to walk beside the Wolf I offer this prayer to the Spirits above and humbly ask for their divine help to live my life to the fullest and bring honor to myself and my people.


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And of course my Harley


IF YOU KNOW OR LOVE BIKERS, OR EVEN IF YOU DON'T PLEASE READ. You didn't see me I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday. I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall. I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But you didn't see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless. I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love. I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none. I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn't see me cry as my children where born or have their name written over and in my heart. I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be with my family. I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane. I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing she was safe behind me. I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn. I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date. I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right. I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn't see me leave the road. I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn't see me. I wasn't there. I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because I died that day you cut me off. I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me. Forward this in hopes that people will understand the biker community. If you don't forward this, it sucks to be you. I hope you never loose someone that rides. EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE ARE NOT IN "YOUR" WAY!

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All Music feed the soul


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THE BLESSINGS OF MUSIC



Music is a gift that feels our heart each day


The blessings of music heal our souls each day


Music relieves the stress in our daily lives


Music is soothing to our ears


The blessings of music heal the sick and comfort the sick also


The blessings of music


Is powerful


It is wonderful to hear


When somebody is playing something for every one to listen


His giving you his gift of music to you and others


And to you also God


The blessings of music


Music is powerful


And has a great impact in everybodys lives


The blessings of music


Music is universal


The blessings of music


You can hear the music being played from far away


Every song is special


Every song has a different meaning and different wordsWrtten By:


Aldo Kraas

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Reading is knowledge


I love all.


Poetry and Blessings are my favorite.


Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding


By Larry Kibby




Great Spirit Grandfather,



I send these words to you,



Hear my prayer.



For these are my words,



To Father Sun,



To Grandmother Moon,



To Mother Earth



That have been Created as I.



To the Four Winds,



That bring us the



Seasons of Life.





To the East



Where Father Sun rises



Bringing to us a new day



A new meaning of life,



A light in which to see



The path before us.





To the South



Where the warm air comes to us



Bringing heat and warmth,



The seasons of spring



And summer.



To the West



Where Father Sun goes



To bring to us darkness,



So as we may see the universe



And search for the questions



Of our life.





To the North



Where the cold winds come from



Bringing to us the seasons



Of fall and winter.





Oh Great Spirit



Hear my words



For to you I offer



My heart and soul



You made me



What I am



And I am Indian



America's Prisoners of War



I pray for my people of the past



Whose blood covers this our Mother Earth



I pray now as an Indian



Blood of my Ancestors.







Great Spirit Grandfather,



Look down upon



Your people,



For we are humble



Before you.



We seek your guidance,



So that we your people



May walk forever



In a proud manner



Before you.





Great Spirit Grandfather,



You gave your people



The breath of life,



So that we may live



With dignity and pride,



To always know



And understand



That life was meant for us



Your most humble



Traditional people,



And all that



Was Created



And given



The breath of life.





Great Spirit Grandfather,



Let my heart



Soul and mind



Be always strong with



Wisdom, knowledge



And Understanding.





Great Spirit Grandfather



Hear my words



For wisdom



So that I may open



My eyes and



See all that



Is good around me.





Great Spirit Grandfather



Hear my words



For wisdom



So that I may open my ears



And hear all that is good



Around me.



For I am humble



Before you.



I seek the strength



To continue on this path



That I travel .. you



In a most Sacred manner.





Great Spirit Grandfather



Hear my words



For they are words



That come from the



Heart, soul and mind,



And are filled with



Wisdom, knowledge and



Understanding.





Great Spirit Grandfather



My words are for you



To know and understand



That in a most Sacred manner



I honor and respect



The life you have put before me,



I seek the strength



To forever continue



Upon this Sacred path.





Great Spirit Grandfather



Upon the four winds



Are my words for strength



For they come from the



Heart, soul and mind



Words I send to you



In a Sacred manner.





Great Spirit Grandfather



Let all



The wisdom, knowledge and understanding



Be my strength



To continue on this path



That I travel .. you



As a Traditional Native American Indian





Turn ons:
Tight Jeans Dark Hair HMMMMMM and Deep Eyes.
Turn offs:
Control Freaks. We are all individuals
Ideal:
Someone that communicates, Talks n listens, Straight forward this Witch hated games, Honest, Caring of others, Loves all living things
Favorite Music:
Now and forever.
About Me:
This was sent to me By Street Glider. Ty Hun
"I give thanks for good roads that run straight through desert or field. For
rolling roads that disappear over the horizon. For those that curve through
canyon bottoms where golden aspens bend over fast-flowing streams and for
roads that leap up the mountains in sweepers and hairpins to carry me high above
and far away from daily life.

I give thanks for the smooth roads and the cracked, the perfectly banked and
the off-camber. For roads well-known and those new met and soon loved.

I am thankful for the simple 90-degree turn at a stop sign out in the middle
of nowhere. The ones that say, "pause a moment, smell the moist green of
growing things and the rich soil beneath them, and think about how good it is to
be alive."

I give thanks for the way the concrete sings beneath my tires, the crunch of
gravel, the smell of rain on hot asphalt.

I give thanks for the way my leg feels as I swing it over the saddle, the
supple strength of gloves sliding onto my hands, for my electric vest in the
cold and jacket vents in the heat. The way the zipper slides up my jacket. The
way it feels, later, when I take off my helmet.

I give thanks for the dawn rides when the sun finds me on the road while the
cars sit still and cold in driveways and their owners turn over in bed and
hit the snooze alarm. The empty roads where the mist still clings to the low
spots and I can smell the sun starting to warm the air.

I give thanks for the long rides that stretch from morning to late afternoon
and into the evening. For the miles and curves that vanish beneath my tires,
those hours when time loses all meaning. For those days when I ride so long
my throttle hand is sore and I walk a bit bow-legged when I finally park the
bike.

I give thanks for the evening rides when the sunlight lays like marmalade
across the landscape. For those rides when the sun sinks past the horizon and
the world fills up with shadows until all the shadows meet and melt together
and bring the night.

I give thanks for night-time riding when the streets once again are empty
and silent and I feel as if they are mine all mine, and that only another rider
could know the joy I do.

I give thanks for the wind and its odd, irregular beat tapping on my visor.
The feel of the wind against my body as I ride. The way it blows the stress,
the pain, the uncertainties right out of me and blows hope and the belief
that anything is possible into my heart in return. I give thanks for the
freedom of the wind.

I give thanks for the lean, for that delicious, exhilarating sensation where
I realize I am one with the great laws of physics. I give thanks that I feel
the acceleration in every part of my body.

I give thanks for the machine beneath me, for the ability to be a modern-day
centaur, for the power and throb of the engine between my legs, the way my
hands feel on the grips, for the pull of the clutch and front brake levers.
For the way the geometry of the bike makes the algebra of the turns so sweet.

I am thankful for hazards recognized, for dangers avoided, for skills and
broken-in brake pads and good tread on the tires. I give thanks for the wise
riding tips and techniques my more experienced brothers and sisters of the road
have taught to me. I give thanks that I ride and live and live to ride again.

I give thanks for wrenching on my bike: For that moment when the oil filter
loosens, the feeling when I dip my fingertip in fresh oil and slide my it
around the new gasket, of pouring in the clean, clear oil. I give thanks for the
soul-satisfying act of adjusting the clutch just right and of tightening the
last bolt on the frame. For that proper give in the belt and that tiny hiss
when the tire pressure engages. I give thanks that I can change my pipes or
the suspension or whatever else I want to do to make my bike my own.

I give thanks for road grime and the joy of washing it away. For the sensual
way the soapy water washes over the tank and down the heads and slides off
the fenders. For the way clean mirrors and windshield sparkle. For Simple
Green and Mothers and Blue Magic, for scrub brushes and soft buffing cloths. I
give thanks for that moment right after Im done and I step back and look at my
work. ***** the bike still looks pretty good, doesnt it?

I give thanks that I ride it enough to get it dirty again.

I give thanks for the gathering of riders, for being able to recognize friends
bikes approaching by their sound, for seeing good companions slow and
turn into the lot. For the glad hugs and laughter, the banter, the growing
impatience to be out on the road again. I give thanks for that good company as I
see them ahead of me drift to the outside then dip into the curve,
one-two-three-four, like seagulls banking and then straighten up, one-two-three-four and
fly on down the road. I give thanks that I have had the opportunity to ride
side-by-side in the pack. For long lunches and short breakfasts. For cold
bottles of water and more laughter at a stop along the road.

I give thanks for the camaraderie of riders--those parking lot friends who
become such simply because I have a bike and so do they. The fellowship of the
road, the sideways wave, the circling back and stopping to see if theres
anything they can do. The riders who gather at any old bar or restaurant or
eatery that welcomes us. I give thanks for those I come to know and care about
over the months and years of riding the same roads to the same places. I am
thankful for those who I love and who love me simply because we love the same
thing--to ride on two wheels in the freedom of the wind.

I am thankful for the sound of a motorcycle--any motorcycle at all--as I sit
so properly dressed, so professionally employed, so occupied with other
things. Its like hearing my favorite song drifting from a strangers window as
I walk along the street. I stop what I'm doing and listen. Joy. Then the
growl of the bike is gone, but the happiness remains.

I give thanks for the sense of Being riding has given me, the freedom to be
who I am no matter what others think. The sense of empowerment and control
over my self and my life. The ability to take on risk and fear and triumph in
challenge. To ride my own ride whether in that good company of bikers or by
myself.

I am thankful that I have found my voice in the wind


True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be and will not be.



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