🥰 I’ve loved the idea that once you connect, once separated, you still spin together even a tiny bit.
Thank you for sharing this story. I understand the tears. I, like many others, so appreciate reading a great true story
I had a similar experience with my best friend from 9th - senior year in high school. We just went in different directions to live our lives. One day a few years ago, I got a knock on the door; 40 years later and I recognized her right away! We found parallels in our lives through college, professions, marriage and kids. Deep bond. Thick as thieves ever since.
Thank you @BmG I cried a lot writing this. Mostly happy tears. Just thinking of Bess and and me when we were 10 and 11 and how fierce and intense we were and how the world doesn't know what to do with girls are that powerful. There's a saying that grief is love with nowhere to land, and when the commune ended losing our friends was like losing a limb. I love this idea of particles spinning in time and space and how we can be separated but those bonds are never gone.
Love the post. Thought you were going for the Goldblum version in Jurassic Park. Here in TexBanistan we have an Osage apple! So the only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of information, and disinformation is even faster!
🥰 I’ve loved the idea that once you connect, once separated, you still spin together even a tiny bit.
Thank you for sharing this story. I understand the tears. I, like many others, so appreciate reading a great true story
I had a similar experience with my best friend from 9th - senior year in high school. We just went in different directions to live our lives. One day a few years ago, I got a knock on the door; 40 years later and I recognized her right away! We found parallels in our lives through college, professions, marriage and kids. Deep bond. Thick as thieves ever since.
I love that your friend came back to you. Wow. That's just wonderful.
That is a beautiful story! I’m so happy you spun back together!
Thank you @BmG I cried a lot writing this. Mostly happy tears. Just thinking of Bess and and me when we were 10 and 11 and how fierce and intense we were and how the world doesn't know what to do with girls are that powerful. There's a saying that grief is love with nowhere to land, and when the commune ended losing our friends was like losing a limb. I love this idea of particles spinning in time and space and how we can be separated but those bonds are never gone.
Love the post. Thought you were going for the Goldblum version in Jurassic Park. Here in TexBanistan we have an Osage apple! So the only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of information, and disinformation is even faster!
Osage Apple! How delightful. Thanks Robert. Hope you're surviving these wild times in TexBanistan!