Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Value of the Oldest Friendships

The early days which seem forever ago, and not too important at the time, later hold keys that are unexpectedly life affirming.

 This is my sixtieth year and although it is a year of new beginnings it is also the year that my oldest friendships have claimed their truest place of honor.   There is nothing so sweet as being in the embrace of  someone who knew you then.  When your lives were full of irreverence and health. Better still is having a friend with a good memory, even if it takes a few old friends to piece the story into a coherent tale.

The melancholy of aging falls aside to the sheer joy at recall.  Life makes more sense, is less disjointed.  I feel whole again with old friends in my new life. Part of the sweetness is the ease with which we express our loving kindness, eighteen or twenty one or forty years later.

I have been blessed with time and a full pantry of friends who waited patiently for this celebration while at the front line of their own lives. Thank you to everyone who has reappeared with insight and loving hearts.  This surely is our purpose here on earth.


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