On Wednesday morning we Quakers do a writing group ... the prompt was:"An old friend." Here is what I wrote: This morning Bruce sent a picture from when he and Karen were 1st in love. I didn't meet her until years later when I traveled to Atlanta ... and even tenth house was so full of people it just didn't happen in any deep way.
But this morning we met as though for the 1st time ... she and Bruce were arm in arm ... the two of them are sort of family to me ... and when I looked at her in the 1980's picture it was just like when we met again last December when she lay dying. There was the same spacious quality of a pair of human hearts that share the same space. There is just not anything else in life quite like it.
And though I meet with people all the day along, as I sit with the dying or walk our dog ... that proximity just doesn't happen all that often.
Even with Karen, though sometimes we used to sit together in the hall with our backs against the stairs and our feet upon the wall ... she used to study there. I at least did not feel the spacious mutual heart day to day.
The last time they came to visit us we were sitting together in the living room .. She said: "I feel so comfortable with you." And this morning I thought the same: "I feel so comfortable with you."
On Wednesday morning we Quakers do a writing group ... the prompt was:"An old friend." Here is what I wrote: This morning Bruce sent a picture from when he and Karen were 1st in love. I didn't meet her until years later when I traveled to Atlanta ... and even tenth house was so full of people it just didn't happen in any deep way.
But this morning we met as though for the 1st time ... she and Bruce were arm in arm ... the two of them are sort of family to me ... and when I looked at her in the 1980's picture it was just like when we met again last December when she lay dying. There was the same spacious quality of a pair of human hearts that share the same space. There is just not anything else in life quite like it.
And though I meet with people all the day along, as I sit with the dying or walk our dog ... that proximity just doesn't happen all that often.
Even with Karen, though sometimes we used to sit together in the hall with our backs against the stairs and our feet upon the wall ... she used to study there. I at least did not feel the spacious mutual heart day to day.
The last time they came to visit us we were sitting together in the living room .. She said: "I feel so comfortable with you." And this morning I thought the same: "I feel so comfortable with you."