Welcome to The Conversation
Welcome to the re-launch of my blog!
The past two months have been a flurry of travel and work, visits to beautiful places and connection with friends not seen in years.
All have made me aware that beyond the realms of the daily strivings – even, the hours of creativity and actions to better the world – friendship is the most precious thing that we share, something so valuable that I have changed this site to reflect it.
The change is towards dialogue. My hope is that this will become a place where we pool the insights of our passing days to sustain us on our journeys. I hope my stories and reflections will inspire yours, that you will chime in, and that this will become a space of gathered wisdom for all who care to visit.
I am calling it: The Conversation.
The Conversation will rely on your Comments – please note the added feature here.
Stay tuned. I am in the process of creating other opportunities for gathering – in person and virtually.
But now, a brief offering from my time away.
A dear friend passed away yesterday after four valiant years of battling cancer. I can still see Deborah at her 50th birthday party, twenty-odd years ago. She had rented a small performance space in Boston, set up café tables for us, her audience, and for an hour dazzled and delighted us with her virtuoso piano playing and singing from on stage.
I’m sure that night most of us were thinking, “Wow – would I ever have the guts to do this?!?!?”
But not Deborah. She was fearless, exuberant, sensational – bold, humorous, and delighted by life. Always. Mostly, she was thrilled to be with friends, giving us the pleasure of her talents, capabilities, and vast stores of Texan humor, that lit up every room she ever entered.
All of us who knew her will carry her light to the end of our days, and hopefully cast a bit of it for others before our last breaths.
Rediscovering the grace and original blessing of friends had been the gift of these past few months for me. I’ve gathered with old high school friends also struggling with illness, pulled out wedding albums and newspaper clippings from childhood, shared meals and stories, reacquainted with their children, and done those silly, remarkably meaningful things like recalling the flavors of lollipops at the amusement part we frequented as 12 years old.
Can it get better than this — that I have friends with whom I can share such memories?
None of these conversations were about who’s right or wrong, who’s up or down, who has been to the latest restaurant or has something to say about the book they are reading. They haven’t been filled with obsessive worrying. They haven’t even been about the ample topics we’ve made the time to catch up on.
Not at all.
These things are fine in moderation, the wholecloth of our daily rounds. But the “conversations” I’m describing have had value chiefly in the words beneath the spoken words.
They’ve been about vulnerability, trust, and self-disclosure. Even when we’ve been talking about coconut-flavored lollipops, we’ve been engaged in exchanges of the heart, a flow of communion, support and love that words just dress in temporal garb.
I hope that such meaningful conversation will continue here, and become a wellspring for us all.
Please join me!