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Sep 22, 2017 | god & grace | 14 comments

WE WERE GATHERED around the dinner table, our feast consumed, our wine glasses refilled, when Linda brought out the box. She moved casually, nonchalant, the action drawing no attention at all. Then it sat there–just sat there, that box–seeming so insignificant as to have hardly been worth the effort it took to get it to the top of this mountain.

We carried on unknowing, the eight of us, caught up as we were in some other silly story about some ridiculous situation we found ourselves in thirty, forty, even fifty years ago.

We’ve known each other that long, you see. We are women who grew up together (in every sense of that phrase) in the 60s and 70s in a tiny mountain town on the remote southwestern edge of Virginia. It was a place buffeted from the world by ancient ridges that both nestled and isolated us. We did not realize the significance of this geography at the time, our worlds extending only as far as away high school basketball games required. We had little sense of a big world beyond that, in the years since, has flung us from South Florida to Louisiana to Maine–and many, many cities, large and small, in between.

And still we come together once or twice a year to reconnect and recharge and re-establish our roots. It’s a vital practice that brings light and love and nourishment to our souls. It makes me think of that scene in ET where the sweet creature’s chest LIGHTS UP when he is in silent communion with someone he loves, a soul connection with another who understands. It  happens when we are together. Our heart lights glow.

 

the ancient oak on the mountain we call Mother

 

SO ANYWAY the thing is sitting there, the very quiet box, and by some miracle there is a tiny, tiny break in the conversation, and I think it was Julie who said, What is that, Linda? What have you got there?

Oh, this? Linda says. I was clearing out some things. Wondered if you guys want them.

This got our attention, you bet it did, and all of a sudden that little vessel became a magic box from which an endless supply of memories came flooding over and around that table.

Oh, my, the stuff that box held.

 

(There was this much joy.)

 

PERHAPS IT WOULD BE more accurate to say the memories had to be excavated, because lord have mercy it took every one of us working together to reconstruct what may or may not have led to and resulted from the memories that box contained. For instance Linda produced two letters I wrote to her when I was a senior in high school and she was a freshman in college. I’m not kidding I have no memory of ANY of the things I wrote her about. Suffice it to say there was a great deal of detail and Every Single Sentence revolved around one boy or another, or what some girl said about one boy or another, or how I felt about what the girl said about the boy who may or may not have had anything at all to do with me. In a million years I’d never have believed that’s what we found significant in our lives back then. Sixth grade, yes. But seriously, not at 18. (Let me state for the record Julie was a bit more profound in her letters than I.)

Good heavens did that stuff make us laugh.

 

Case in point.

 

(We were also quite pleased we actually wrote each other letters. By hand. On paper. That we then had to go to the post office to mail.)

 

IT WAS a glorious weekend together, time filled with so much love and laughter I am still trying to recover. And I’m thinking hard about that hidden-away world in which we twirled batons and hosted sleepovers and knew every word to every Eagles song ever recorded (which we sang at the top of our lungs).

How grateful I am for the blessing of a happy, happy childhood.

 

Amy, Vickie, Cathy, Sharon, Lisa, Suzann, Linda, Julie

How grateful I am for these women.

XXOO

 

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14 Comments

  1. Jan Collins

    LOVE and Light, always. XO

    • Cathy

      Hugs, JC!

  2. Rosie Locke

    Where do I begin, dear Cathy? Favorite sentence may be “It’s a vital practice that brings light and love and nourishment to our souls.” I am thankful Julie and Suzann were in my dorm and welcomed me to Wise around the time of that letter and envelope stamp. We had some mighty fun times. And usually with a backdrop of Dan Fogelberg, whose music Julie introduced me to. (Preposition not withstanding) She also encouraged me to write, a joy I harvested at VT. Thank you for touching us with the joy of that weekend.

    • Cathy

      You are so dear. Thank you for this beautiful note and for being a light in the world. Hugs, my friend!

  3. Eddie

    Great times……….girls rock.?…guys roll!??
    Really miss you my friend!

    • Cathy

      This makes me giggle. Thank you, Eddie!

  4. Sharon

    How blessed are we! Love you, my friend!

    • Cathy

      Hugs! XXOO

  5. Colleen

    This story defines the very essence of friendships that are tightly weaved through years, tears and cheers.

    • Cathy

      Years, tears, and cheers. Nicely done, my friend!

    • Cathy

      Ahhhh. Thank you, my digital friend!

  6. Cheryl

    ???

    • Cathy

      I’m thinking something funky happened when you tried to post a comment. So sorry, Cheryl. I am most interested in what you have to say. Feel free to try again!

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