There were three Dicks in my life. Saying that recently to a friend made him squirm and squiggle, but it’s true. I was from a time when, if your name was Richard you were called Dick, and it was ok. There was my Uncle Dick, my first long term boyfriend Dick, and Yukon Dick. To Yukon Dick I am grateful, for another bead on the awakening of my life. From June to October of 1982, I was I was kayaking the headwaters and as much of the 2,300 miles of the Yukon River as weather would allow. I was traveling with my boyfriend and had spent most of the winter making preparations for the trip. We were using a foldable Klepper kayak that would allow us to fly the boat out from wherever the journey ended. I am in awe of how the intelligence of life, which has many names, has continuously guided me, waking me up to the next step, next possibility. My life has been punctuated by seemingly casual occurrences that highlight what is to come next. It could be something like watching a flamenco dance, seeing the word chakra, or on a wilderness trip seeing a yogic practice called nauli. In a singular moment, that casual recognition sparks something deeper inside of me that also ‘sees’ and connects to a bigger framework, the REAL context of my life. For example, years ago in my twenties, I was standing on the street in Yellow Springs with my friend Jerry. We saw a car with a strange license plate. It had a single word “chakra”. |
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April 2021
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