So after a day of great conversation I feel spent. Not a common conversation. A conversation where the truth was told at every phase of it. And what I am present to is the GIFT that is was. Can we all be so connected? Or does it really only happen a few times in our lives.
We hadn’t seen each other in almost 24 years. And yet when we sat down together it was like no time had past and a lifetime had past. We were definitely older. More mature. And we both have had many life experiences to share with each other. This conversation may not have been possible 24 years ago. I know I was not as receptive to it then. Years ago I knew how things “should” be. I knew what I wanted (or so I thought). And my life turned out the way it did. I wonder if it was meant to be that way.
We talked about Dads and Cads. What a great distinction. And who created girls to be attracted to Cads. Was that a colossal joke?
It is beautiful when we can have conversations that weren’t terribly deep. We weren’t solving the worlds problems. Not talking about important stuff like world politics, although we may have touched on the subject. It was a conversation that we didn’t want to end. I think we could have talked for days. And we had as much time as we had and we knew it. For once in my life I was present to the gift WHILE it was happening. You may not think this is anything miraculous. But for me . . . to not already be thinking of how we can make this happen again and truly being IN the conversation. That was a miracle.
Thank you Bruce, for being my special friend. And for allowing yourself to be, yes, just to be, here with me. I so enjoyed our day.