June 26, 2001
Yesterday’s words with M.H. were aging, loneliness, inability, and dying. But today we lived new words.
M.H. drove me to her yacht club so we could go sailing. She had her own sailboat and the woman who the night before worried about the inability to perform daily mundane tasks took that boat out on the water and gave me the ride of my life. It was a little breezy and at one point I thought we would capsize. As the second mate, I followed her directions and we kept afloat. The words of the day were capable, graceful, joyful, and alive.
That night we went to a Toastmasters’ dinner, Canadian style. I talked to a woman named Nicole, a woman who had known a few more springtimes than me but had a incredible spirit and smile. M.H. had told her about my summer odyssey and Nicole gave me a voucher for a three night stay in a condo near Banff, Alberta. She said she wouldn’t have the opportunity to use it. I thanked her and told her that now my trip had a definite destination. I am going to the Canadian Rockies.
It was a great day. A story of beautiful words.