We’re in a canoe on Mendenhall Lake in Juneau, Alaska. Fourteen of us paddle side by side. When we fall out of rhythm, the boat slows down, but when our strokes align, it glides smoothly across the icy water in quiet harmony.
For most of my life, I’ve been drifting in a kayak, and for the better part of that time, only with Sheryl by my side. Now, I long to belong - to be a part of a tribe, a community, a canoe crew, even if I only paddle slowly, matching only every other stroke.
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