Friday, July 20, 2018
Gathering Around the Table
Katie writes about it
and I was touched by how she captured our connection and how vulnerable we can make ourselves as we offer a hand to someone new.
I'm not a very social person, outside of blogging. I tend to hole up and write in my spare time, my hobbies are singular. My husband calls me a "gregarious loner" and I think that sums it up pretty well. But it's always interesting when you meet "in the furs" as we say in Blogville, with someone you'd only previously known online. I met my husband after he'd been my closest friend on the internet which later included lots of long phone calls over a period of several years. On the day I met him in person, although I would have never with my scientist's brain said "love at first sight", as I waved to him under the fierce August sun it was as if the earth had released some secret store of its fiery heart, and I felt more alive than I had in 20 years. Two years later we were married.
Then sometimes you meet someone that bears so many similar stories to your own, someone whose absolute presence was literally brand new to you, someone so near, yet still almost a stranger, and you find, to your delight, that with them you have a greater sense of your view of the world than you had known when alone.
My husband and I aren't really set up for visitors. We have just one bedroom, the master bedroom having been turned into my office for writing my books and a den to watch old movies at night on the large computer monitor. But we regularly have people over for meals, widows, and widowers, and the elderly from the church, people that went to university with my husband and friends I had before I met him.
Such moments, whether with old friends or new, enrich us in the same way. As people who have lived life fully, sometimes recklessly, sometimes isolated by our own accord, we have all had our hearts broken at one time, sometimes more than once. In that brokenness, so many things can enter our hearts - fear, shame, betrayal, anger, hope, faith. But when gathered around a table, holding hands and saying the blessing, there is only acceptance of those bits of those elements of light and dark that find a home in a human heart. That is our blessing at our own table, just as it's our forgiveness at the Lord's.
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We read what your dear friend had to say, and then we read your words - it is easy to see why you make such a great match. Two spirits cut from the same cloth. Beautiful posts from both. Have a wonderful weekend and think of us as you gather around the table. We will do the same here.ReplyDelete
A lovely blog. Very well written. Thank you for sharingReplyDelete
Resonance and Dissonance. Good friends help us resonate and radiate from our hearts and they from theirs as well. Strangers portend dissonance when conversation becomes stilted and no one is sure what could or will be. Awkward.ReplyDelete
My best comparison to your experience dates back to when I was a working musician and worked in small ensembles. Sometimes you meet a new group of people and you find it is like you have known them forever and everything has a flow. These are joyful memories.
Other times you encounter an individual who is the epitome of dissonance. For whatever reason they tend to suck the joy out of the room. You cannot wait to be done with this so you can get back home where it is safe.
I find my solitude to be a refuge and a comfort. Strangers are an unknown I am not comfortable with. Age has contributed to this as I have done all my adventuring socially and am content to sit listening to jazz and reading; dog at my feet.
Taking risks of a physical nature can be exhilarating. Doing the same socially is just about the exact opposite for me. I accept my introverted ways and as I have done so I have found peace.
Such wise and wonderful words Glenda.Delete
Momma hopes to meet you in the furs someday!ReplyDelete
We read what your dear friend Katie had to say.ReplyDelete
She has a kind heart and an open door to her world where all is good.
Oh and she has cats and dogs too.
So nice to read about your new friendship.
xo Linda, Astro and Mitzie
Gregarious liner. I like that! Nice post by Katie.ReplyDelete