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Today I reconnected with a person I'd known a long time ago, and it was a special day. This woman and I became friends in high school, my senior year. She was so extremely neat to me then because she seemed so mature without being overbearing, so open, so friendly, so without the games all the rest of us were into, back in 1958. And we stayed friends through college, and the year I graduated and started grad school we shared an apartment (my first-I turned 21 that fall, in that apartment). It was tiny! We shared the one bedroom, and when we both pretty quickly hooked up with true, deep, and devastating loves, the funny game was to get back home in time to get the bed--the other couple got the couch. She married her guy, but mine went in the Air Force (the Vietnam clouds were gathering on the horizon), breaking my heart in the process. And then I went to California, and when I came back, even though we both had kids, she'd moved out to an outlying part of town, so we didn't really get back together. We'd see each other occasionally, but sort of be at different places in our lives, and never quite got around to meeting up.
She teaches yoga, mostly at churches and hospitals in her part of town (I'm still in town, she's still out) but recently started taking a yoga class I'm taking. It was Christmas, she had a grandbaby coming any minute, so we promised we'd have lunch once everything settled down. Today we had an all-day workshop (amazing story all its own) and finally got the chance to spend some time together.
The truly amazing thing is that she hasn't changed. She's still beautiful, still funny, still kind and very wise, still a very good person. She still looks very much the same, and still has the same mannerisms, the same way of talking, the same great energy. It was such a delight to be with exactly the same person I met almost fifty years ago. And even more fun that we both can almost do handstands and Hanuman (yoga split) so we were working on similar issues. Fun too at lunch talking yoga together--she's far more advanced than me, but I've done enough to know what she was talking about, and to have tales of my own to share. She's also a very good teacher, and now teaches one class that's not way out, so I can take it once I get free on Tuesdays.
Wow. So nice to have that old and good friendship reborn in the middle of a rich new interest.
She teaches yoga, mostly at churches and hospitals in her part of town (I'm still in town, she's still out) but recently started taking a yoga class I'm taking. It was Christmas, she had a grandbaby coming any minute, so we promised we'd have lunch once everything settled down. Today we had an all-day workshop (amazing story all its own) and finally got the chance to spend some time together.
The truly amazing thing is that she hasn't changed. She's still beautiful, still funny, still kind and very wise, still a very good person. She still looks very much the same, and still has the same mannerisms, the same way of talking, the same great energy. It was such a delight to be with exactly the same person I met almost fifty years ago. And even more fun that we both can almost do handstands and Hanuman (yoga split) so we were working on similar issues. Fun too at lunch talking yoga together--she's far more advanced than me, but I've done enough to know what she was talking about, and to have tales of my own to share. She's also a very good teacher, and now teaches one class that's not way out, so I can take it once I get free on Tuesdays.
Wow. So nice to have that old and good friendship reborn in the middle of a rich new interest.
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