Old Friends

Many people go to reunions, but I just had something better ... not just any reunion, but a particular kind of one... a reunion with two women who have been my friends since high school ... dare I say, 40 years ago! We haven't been particularly close over all of those years and yet, there is a knot that holds us together.

One of them is a psychotherapist in California who specializes in music therapy along with other spiritual practices and the other has a PhD in Special Education and is tenured at a small southern college. They are deeply thoughtful women who challenge their worlds both within and without. They are women who have never stopped searching, believing, hoping, and growing.

We are really quite different, we three, but we respect each other and rejoice in the simple of knowing of on another.

We know about the big moments in each other's lives and often, we've even managed to share a few in person. But we also cherish the small intimacies that only longevity and perseverance can produce. I believe, in many ways, we still trust each other... maybe not as deeply as we did, those Shortridge High School girls sitting in the grass contemplating the sorrows of racial strife, assasinations, and the Vietnam War. The pulling apart already started in college even though we attended the same school. We each took such different roads once we left Indiana University ... and yet, here we are, so many years later, filling an afternoon on the Magothy River with our life stories.

Thank you Mary and Becky. I am grateful for your friendship.