I just left messages with two old friends … an e-mail for Joel and an answering machine for Lynne. I was nervous. I haven’t seen Joel for 30 years and Lynne for 20. They both lead seminars that help people discover the depths of themselves – Joel in Vancouver and Lynne in Kamloops, B.C. Back in the day, I assisted each of them as they taught.
In a few weeks, I’m heading to Western Canada in Scarlet, my Toyota, with my bicycle ta-pocketa hanging from the rear bumper. Six weeks of travelling the highways and biways, visiting friends and Jody’s relatives. I’m sure that many adventures await, including two weeks with Jody’s brother Lance and his family in the lee of the Rockies. But 50 years of absence? Oh my.
It would be easy for me to bow down to the spiritual and psychological guidance that Lynne and Joel have given their seminar participants. Bowing down in the sense of seeing myself as less. But I won’t do that, because it’s not true. There’s no rating here. Just three human beings who want to touch people. We can compare paths if we like but our hearts beat as one.
If I spend time with Lynne and Joel, our contact will unfold in its own sweet way. I want to talk about Jody. I want to talk about what Buddhism has meant to me. And they’ll talk about what vibrates inside them. It will be fine.
Or … we don’t get to see each other this time. That will be fine too. Communion doesn’t fade away.