It’s Ecclesiastes for sure:
There’s a time for everything
and a season for every activity under the heavens . . .
a time to weep and a time to laugh
a time to mourn and a time to dance
I haven’t gotten to the time for dancing, yet. But I did get headed that way.
My daughter Katie came out from Brooklyn to recuperate from a broken knee-cap.
Just off of cast, crutches and cane Katie was out here for a weekend of physical therapy of the trails. So I got back to hiking, which I haven’t done since my dog, Tessa, died almost three weeks ago.
First we went for a gentle one-and-a-quarter mile hike on a forest service road, plus a few hundred yards up a steep section of the Divisadero Trail. Next day we did a two mile round-trip hike down the Rio Grande gorge to the Manby Hot Springs next to the river.
This was our most social hike. Upon arriving we got into a short chat with a couple of students from Ohio on spring break.
Then, the fun really began. We soaked next to the niece, Jade, and nephew, Caesario, of the most famous former governor of Taos Pueblo, Tony Reyna. Tony is the handsome, 100-year-old World War II army veteran. Tony was in the very first battle of the war, taken prisoner of the Japanese, survived the 60-mile Bataan Death March, and held prisoner throughout the entire four years of the war.
We learned things about life on the Pueblo we never knew before. Caesario dances the Deer Dance and Matachina Dance at Christmas time at the Pueblo. We’ve seen both these dances, though would never have known which was Caesario.
Next there was a fascinating chat with a young couple from Boulder, Colorado, who were both geeks who’ve done interesting work for Google and other digital companies.
Katie works as an artist in film.
So, while I was only a listener, it was intriguing to hear them talk about how you can’t trust anything as “real” in this digital age, especially in film and television. Yet, of course, they all still think they’re watching something real when they’re watching TV!
Finally we met a group of hippies who splashed into the springs bare-naked with all their tattoos and body jewels glittering in the afternoon sunlight. They were very friendly, polite and offered to help this old geezer negotiate his way out of the pool over slippery moss covered rocks.
As we were getting dressed to leave, a handsome Swiss grad student from Indiana University, came down to get his soak. This is his last stop traveling about the US, for he’ll be getting his doctorate and back to Switzerland at Spring graduation.
The following day we did a knee-cap testing 7-1/2 mile hike over long stretches of snow and ice up and around Divisadero Peak. Katie says she won’t need any more physical therapy when she returns to Brooklyn.
The Dance Has Begun . . .
. . . ending my grieving paralysis — not being able to hike without my dog, Tessa.
Thank you, Katie, for filling up my dance card. I think I’ll get on past the mourning.
It has been shocking to observe how fast an emotional crisis can whip me so far away from all that I’ve been learning in my years of spiritual work! The worldly feeling of loss really captured me!
No more weeping.
It’s time to laugh. Or at least to smile!