I’m dog tired, but happy. It has been a whirlwind week between the move, Daddy’s health, and learning a new caretaking job. I’m still adjusting but I am as happy as a pig in a poke. Gratitude has been welling up and spilling over for days.
Yesterday I spent all afternoon with a dear friend (my college roommate!). We had a lot of catching up to do after many years and we did so with great ease, even though we have chosen very different paths in life. We barely skipped a beat. It is so good to reconnect. There is something special about one’s roots—both in home soil and in old friends, regardless of how things change.
I’m grateful that my old friend and I can reconnected with such ease, grace, and respect. No judgment, just love. I wish more folks would come together in that way. I bet we could work through a myriad of issues if we approached one another with respect, openness, and presence.
What’s your experience in reconnecting with old friends?
