“Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.”
Photo by Seth Rockmuller
Yes, attention, astonishment – but I’ve had trouble with the “tell about it” part. My blog has languished, as I prepare for Marian’s visit, the Elderwoman series, and this month’s SWW gathering. It didn’t help that the modem died over the holiday weekend (it has been replaced). My response to being without internet access for three days is worthy of a separate post.
Photo by Seth Rockmuller
But it’s been a wonderful summer. I attended a college reunion where we wandered by kayak and canoe on the Delaware River; had bike riding adventures with cousins Mia and Keir; and visited son Ben in NYC. His new apartment is near the Chrysler building; the photo of it was taken from the roof of his building.
Yesterday I discovered a video about Star Island, where I spent a week in July/August. It shows the stark beauty and rich history of the place.
There is more, always, but it will have to wait; work beckons.
Today my friend Gail stopped by on her way traveling from West Hartford, CT to Syracuse, NY. Reconnecting with old friends is heartwarming. We told each other stories about our lives and caught up. With such a soul friend, even though time had passed, it was as though we had seen each other yesterday; the conversation was immediate, free, deep, and easy.
In our past, we shared raising and home-educating our children; we found we embraced similar spiritual interests; we were both involved in creative pursuits involving textiles, and we’ve shared the joys and challenges of life.
Gail reminded me that, no matter the time and distance between friends, we are never far apart. For this I am grateful.
At the end of our visit, we enjoyed a Japanese meal together. All in all, it was a very satisfying day.
Recently I enjoyed an inspiring meeting with a friend whom I met through our mutual involvement with the Women’s Interfaith Institute in the Berkshires. We had reconnected at a recent WII event, so it was a pleasure to have some time with her today.
What happened when we spoke was an experience of what theologian Henry Nelson Wieman might call creative interchange: “whatever it is in human life and experience that transforms us in ways that we cannot transform ourselves.” That was one way, a naturalistic way, that Wieman expressed what he understood God to be.
As my friend and I shared our thoughts, challenges, hopes, with one another, letting down our guard, opening our hearts, we found ourselves drawn to a level of conversation in which we both sensed an expansiveness, a freedom, a growing energy. It was collaboration at its best, at its most “holy.”Already some fruits are ripening from that exchange.
That’s what I love most about bringing people together in groups for learning, sharing, and perhaps even transformation. Wherever two or more are gathered in the name of holy creativity, amazing things can happen.