I just want to grab and hug you. In 1984, a friend and I started NM AIDS Services. I ran the client services until even my friend was dead. Then in 1991 I took over running the medical clinic for HealthCare for the Homeless. Death and grief and helplessness in the face of it wore me down. 3/4 of my friends and lovers were dead. The final…
I just want to grab and hug you. In 1984, a friend and I started NM AIDS Services. I ran the client services until even my friend was dead. Then in 1991 I took over running the medical clinic for HealthCare for the Homeless. Death and grief and helplessness in the face of it wore me down. 3/4 of my friends and lovers were dead. The final straw was a diagnosis of chronic persistent HepB and four months of a six month regimen of daily injections of poison brought me to my knees. I resigned my job and, basically, my life. New Years Day, 1995, took my life savings of $8K, hopped on my Yamaha Maxim 700 with 94lbs of tent, cooking stuff, warm clothes and swimming suit and no more medicinal drugs. 25K miles and a year and 11 days later, the benign and beneficent world I rode through had healed not only my body but my soul as well. The wondrous thing was that everyone I encountered just embraced me - sometimes just as an interesting oddity but mostly with warmth and wanting my story. No one ever even told me I couldn't park somewhere. But it took that - a vulnerable testing of the Universe and it replied, YES!! Give yourself a HUGE hug from me. My mantra still is "Everything will be OK in the end; if it's not OK, then it's not the end."
Oh, Dennis...I needed to know more about you and your journey today, my friend. The virtual hug is most appreciated as is the mantra. I'll be putting that to good use in the coming days, weeks, and months. Fingers crossed my journey is as magical and benevolent as yours. Hugs back.
Well, I accidentally got a substack (always hitting the wrong button!!) But now that I've got it maybe I could serialize my motorcycle journey on it. It WAS an amazing experience and I've shared it with friends and family. Maybe I could put it on my substack (since I don't know quite what to do with it.
I highly recommend you do. If you’re not. Familiar with Natalie Goldberg, something about your journey to NM reminds me of hers. I believe she’s still living in Santa Fe. Her most famous book is Writing Down The Bones. ✌️🌈
I just want to grab and hug you. In 1984, a friend and I started NM AIDS Services. I ran the client services until even my friend was dead. Then in 1991 I took over running the medical clinic for HealthCare for the Homeless. Death and grief and helplessness in the face of it wore me down. 3/4 of my friends and lovers were dead. The final straw was a diagnosis of chronic persistent HepB and four months of a six month regimen of daily injections of poison brought me to my knees. I resigned my job and, basically, my life. New Years Day, 1995, took my life savings of $8K, hopped on my Yamaha Maxim 700 with 94lbs of tent, cooking stuff, warm clothes and swimming suit and no more medicinal drugs. 25K miles and a year and 11 days later, the benign and beneficent world I rode through had healed not only my body but my soul as well. The wondrous thing was that everyone I encountered just embraced me - sometimes just as an interesting oddity but mostly with warmth and wanting my story. No one ever even told me I couldn't park somewhere. But it took that - a vulnerable testing of the Universe and it replied, YES!! Give yourself a HUGE hug from me. My mantra still is "Everything will be OK in the end; if it's not OK, then it's not the end."
Oh, Dennis...I needed to know more about you and your journey today, my friend. The virtual hug is most appreciated as is the mantra. I'll be putting that to good use in the coming days, weeks, and months. Fingers crossed my journey is as magical and benevolent as yours. Hugs back.
Well, I accidentally got a substack (always hitting the wrong button!!) But now that I've got it maybe I could serialize my motorcycle journey on it. It WAS an amazing experience and I've shared it with friends and family. Maybe I could put it on my substack (since I don't know quite what to do with it.
I highly recommend you do. If you’re not. Familiar with Natalie Goldberg, something about your journey to NM reminds me of hers. I believe she’s still living in Santa Fe. Her most famous book is Writing Down The Bones. ✌️🌈