Remember that old campfire ditty, "Make new friends...but keep the old, one is silver and the other's gold?" Turns out there's truth there. (And just because the camp song you remember most starts out with "great green gobs of greasy, grimey gopher guts..." there's no reason to dis their folksy truth.
Today, I reconnected with a friend from the early 80's, someone who moved west, came back as far as Boston and with whom I've lived in a (disconnected) parallel universe just a hundred miles away for nearly twenty years. She's grown her career, (brilliantly, I might add,) had two children (now in late adolescence and high school) and stayed, well, pretty much the same wonderful woman I knew so well all those years ago.
Our rendezvous got me to thinking about why we let things go that matter to us and how we go about reconnecting the (valuable) dots in our life.
It's the same old story, I guess. Time passes, our attention turns to the matters at hand and, well, it's hard work to stay connected to people whose orbit moves out of sync with our own. But as we age, become more experienced and perhaps more discerning of what really clicks with us, it seems wise to consciously seek those things (and people) with whom our lives have been measurably richer.
With the myriad tools available to the average web user, it ain't that hard to find an old chum. And while sometimes, things and people change, how wonderful to reconnect to find that time, somehow has stood still.
Pass the s'mores, will 'ya?
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