In Memoriam: Jean Houston, 1937–2026
June 03, 2026
Stanley Krippner
Stanley's Substack
This touched me, especially the story of Jean's reproduced at the end. It's a little magical in that sense, which in part is why I'm sharing it in this forum.
That's how her story starts. The revelation at the end alone is worth the read.
June 03, 2026
Stanley Krippner
Stanley's Substack
This touched me, especially the story of Jean's reproduced at the end. It's a little magical in that sense, which in part is why I'm sharing it in this forum.
Quote:When I was about fourteen I was seized by enormous waves of grief over my parents’ breakup. I had read somewhere that running would help dispel anguish, so I began to run to school every day down Park Avenue in New York City. I was a great big overgrown girl (5 feet eleven by the age of eleven) and one day I ran into a rather frail old gentleman in his seventies and knocked the wind out of him. He laughed as I helped him to his feet and asked me in French- accented speech, “Are you planning to run like that for the rest of your life?”
“Yes, sir” I replied. “It looks that way.”
“Well, Bon Voyage!” he said.
“Bon Voyage!” I answered and sped on my way.
About a week later I was walking down Park Avenue with my fox terrier, Champ, and again I met the old gentleman.
That's how her story starts. The revelation at the end alone is worth the read.
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