One morning, a deep discussion unfolded between Jenni and I on a 6 mile walk. More accurately, our discussion erupted with the first step out the front door. Within seconds, we were engrossed in topics relating to personal growth, children, marriage, work, or any one of the world’s complex problems.
Winding along the Deschutes River, kicking up dirt, smelling the ponderosa pines that surrounded us, stopping only for a few seconds here or there to admire a family of wild swans or a particularly beautiful vista took what would have already been a rare opportunity to talk and set it among a breathtaking backdrop.
My heart felt like high tide.
As the sun shined on us and our heart rates increased, we passed by a multitude of people also taking advantage of the glorious morning of greens, blues, and browns. Typical Bend residents on the trail – running, walking, or mountain biking – usually with a dog and always with a smile and a hello.
Towards the end of our walk, two women approached us. They were jogging side by side. Both over fifty years old and in apparent great physical shape. As they came into view we noticed that they were literally tethered to each other. The woman on the right wore a sign that said “Blind Triathelete”
“You’re awesome!” Jenni yelled and they smiled as they passed us.
We turned and watched the two women jog away in sync down the dirt path.
Jenni and I grabbed each other’s arms and both burst into tears, bending over, crying and laughing at ourselves. It was a kindred soul moment. We were not about to let that level of Grace, Strength, Beauty, Friendship, Trust, and Woman Power cross our path without a flood of emotion. Humbled, and still giggling at our dorky outburst, we continued our walk.
“Makes you think, what’s my excuse?” I said.
I was happy those two teachers showed up at the beginning of our Great American Field Trip to remind me that I too, am very much a student.
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