"Is it our age?" She wrote.
Last week, I popped a quick note off to my friend Janet. I don't use the word "friend" loosely here. Janet and I have shared the gift since our days as Brownie scouts. Our gift has spread itself out over the span of almost seventy years. We, and our friends Lori and Kel, have proven that one does not have to see one's friends regularly to know of their existence. When we do get together, we know that we have been blessed many times over. Following the exchange of emails, we decided to actually have a phone conversation. Remember those? And so, the following morning, we did just that and we caught up on life since our last conversation.
During our phone call, we talked about re-connections that each of us has made recently. Other friends with whom we are once again in contact after long gaps and various activities we have done, alone or with others, highlighting those done with the newly-reconnected. We also spent a lot of time discussing books we have read, something that we hadn't done in forever.
The book discussion in itself reminded us of our bond. We discovered that our reading choices were similar and our interests identical. I don't know why this struck me as a revelation. After all, aren't similar interests part of the fabric that glues friendships? In our case, it was glorious to find the affirmation, to then follow up with sharing lists of suggestions for future reading and future discussions.
Yesterday, a group of newer "old" friends gathered. This group of twelve first met six years ago. Our bonding material was "creativity". Every month, we got together and presented our interpretation of a simple word. Our first word was "sunset". Unfortunately, due to time and other commitments, we stopped meeting and a few years passed since our first. So, it was time to re-connect and like magic,
most of the members were able to attend and over lunch we revelled in just being together and finding out what each has been doing in her life. Naturally, we had many laughs and naturally, the consensus was that another get-together was needed some time soon.
Is it our age? More than likely. I think of life as a gift. One that surely keeps on giving. Maybe life is a fire, one that constantly needs fuel to stay alive. We keep connecting and, fortunately, reconnecting as we are presented with the gift over and over again. We watch the sparks spring out of the fire and catch them, one by one. The kindle, long having been burned, we throw larger logs into that fire and we sure as hell can't let it die.
If you haven't re-connected with someone, it's not too late. Don't let your fire burn out and don't forget to say thank you to your Higher Power today.
Last week, I popped a quick note off to my friend Janet. I don't use the word "friend" loosely here. Janet and I have shared the gift since our days as Brownie scouts. Our gift has spread itself out over the span of almost seventy years. We, and our friends Lori and Kel, have proven that one does not have to see one's friends regularly to know of their existence. When we do get together, we know that we have been blessed many times over. Following the exchange of emails, we decided to actually have a phone conversation. Remember those? And so, the following morning, we did just that and we caught up on life since our last conversation.
During our phone call, we talked about re-connections that each of us has made recently. Other friends with whom we are once again in contact after long gaps and various activities we have done, alone or with others, highlighting those done with the newly-reconnected. We also spent a lot of time discussing books we have read, something that we hadn't done in forever.
The book discussion in itself reminded us of our bond. We discovered that our reading choices were similar and our interests identical. I don't know why this struck me as a revelation. After all, aren't similar interests part of the fabric that glues friendships? In our case, it was glorious to find the affirmation, to then follow up with sharing lists of suggestions for future reading and future discussions.
most of the members were able to attend and over lunch we revelled in just being together and finding out what each has been doing in her life. Naturally, we had many laughs and naturally, the consensus was that another get-together was needed some time soon.
Is it our age? More than likely. I think of life as a gift. One that surely keeps on giving. Maybe life is a fire, one that constantly needs fuel to stay alive. We keep connecting and, fortunately, reconnecting as we are presented with the gift over and over again. We watch the sparks spring out of the fire and catch them, one by one. The kindle, long having been burned, we throw larger logs into that fire and we sure as hell can't let it die.
If you haven't re-connected with someone, it's not too late. Don't let your fire burn out and don't forget to say thank you to your Higher Power today.
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