A Special Place, A Special Time...
Sometimes we find in special places a chance to put difficult and painful experiences in a context that lets us move on with our own lives.
October 15th, 2001
This last trip was a little more special, or significant, for me for a reason that has a dark and sad edge to it.
Meghan's very close friend - Rob - who died in a tragic caving accident last spring, was an avid kayaker. He inspired those of us who are much less adventurous, with his warm and friendly way of gentle encouragement, to try things that perhaps we had not thought of trying. I had a passing interest in kayaking, but when he died, I felt my intention to purchase a boat and learn to use it, and then to get out onto Forked Lake in that boat, would be a sort of homage to his spirit.
There was a picture posted to a website formed after Rob died showing him obviously enjoying his sea kayak (left). In that image, I caught a glimpse of what I hoped to find on the water myself. And I think I did find that yesterday, alternately battling the wind and whitecaps, pushing myself to what I truly believed was beyond my ability to survive, and then relishing in my triumph over the elements and my own doubts and fears. And later, enjoying a placid exploration of shoreline and the mouth of the Raquette River as the winds calmed, I had an opportunity to reflect... and I truly felt that I had the benefit of his inspiration that day, if not his company in spirit.
I place his picture and mine here to remind me of the spiritual connections we can make, and of how life and death are perhaps not so separated as we tend to believe them to be. Even when kayaking alone, I feel I have company, for having known Rob and having known what this sort of experience meant to him. The connections between the living and the not living are often made in experiences in nature.
And as the currently popular song says about how we live our lives, "If you get the choice to sit it out, or dance...... DANCE!!!!"