While I was driving this weekend, I told Bill to take notes! I could not get to pen and paper, you see I was behind the wheel. He asked me why, which caused me to explain!!! I have a blog in my head, write it down or its gone. So I gave him a few random thoughts, and I would have to connect the dots later, like now.
( I think it is important to have a good assistant, co-pilot, or husband, whatever you choose to call your better half.)
I was returning from my 45 high school reunion, and thought about how lucky I am.
I thought if I had one wish!! Stop!! ( who only wants one wish?)
If I had a few wishes, near the top would be.......
I wish that people around the world, knew my friends.
My high school friends are a rare breed.
We are sweet, kind, gentle, rough, worn, worthy, panicked, jewels, happy and sad, wonderful humans.
AND I think the world would be a better place to know these people.
We are older and still filled with a child-like quality of excitement.
We are so smart and talented, seasoned and salted from life.
The hugs were so tight, I could feel the heartbeat in so many.
The smell of high school had vanished, teenage angst was gone. There was an aroma of survival and the proud smiles of mommas and daddies. Grandchildren stories and greats! Those who had not become parents, had parented so many others. We are all teachers and learners. Some of us could still dance, and some of us thought we could, and it didn't stop us!
The only problem I encountered, was not enough time.
How do you tell someone about your life, when some, you have not seen in 45 years. How do you explain your loves and losses, over a buffet and drinks?
How do you share old stories, remember kisses in backseats of cars, and so much more.
To meet in the middle, and love each other, still. It is a beautiful thing.
I wish all the people in the world, knew my friends.
There is a connection that we have, that requires no words.
I love these people, some I know a little, and some A LOT!!
Your Heart and My Heart Are Very, Very Old Friends-Hafiz
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
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