Back in Svengali’s class and as is my wont I can bellow at the top of my lungs because it’s recess. When I am in class with The Evil Woman I keep my mouth closed for the most part but when it’s playtime I get to act out and enjoy the freewheeling energy ride that is Tripp Doherty.
I am still trying to take in Tripp’s Mount Washington climb. Maybe in the spring or in the summer sun I might be able to fathom it as being an extraordinary challenge but in the dead of winter with temperature, wind and ice in the equation, it boggles the mind. I tried not to think of what may have gone wrong and all I can say now is that I am happy that he is back with us alive, safe and well. Tripp has had some life changing events; this one will perhaps be a hallmark in the saga he continues to write, but who knows what new adventure he might seek in the weeks and years to come.
Tripper was truly touching the sky as he could almost do at the summit. We too can touch the sky even at sea level because the mind is the switchboard that takes us on the journeys we long for.
All we have to do is dream them and with a little persistence and consistency they arrive nascent in our lives.
3 comments:
JB,
Your words are like a musical melody to our ears! Please keep playing, we are loyally listening to our favorite singsong writer, Our very own Jack Briant!
How serious do I take writing these entries? Very! This one brought a tear to my eye.
I always enjoy writing, please keep it coming. When I can't get to Tripps class I read you & live vicariously.
I did think about all that could go wrong with climbing Mt Washington in the middle of the winter: & no one I mentioned it to relieved my fears. But thankfully "Our Tripp" made it home safe & sound.
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