As I follow the concept of Dream Strings, connectedness continues to surface:
Lucy and I attended the Mother-Daughter Tea this past Sunday afternoon. (This is the cake from the Busy Bakery in Bartlett - darling and yummy!) In her opening remarks, Eleanor told the story of being about the same age as these girls, in college in Louisiana, meeting new people and making new friends. She attended a party wearing a sassy hat and looking oh-so-cute. A girl at the party was looking at her, kinda snooty like. Eleanor went on about having her fun, as did Karen, the other girl. Time went on, and they saw each other again, and eventually, despite the party-hat-night, they became friends. Twenty five years later, Eleanor and Karen served as co-chairs for the Tea, still the best of friends.
Her point? To help express to those high school senior girls how the connections made in college are often the lasting relationships, whether it is a first love who becomes their husband or a stand-offish girl at a party who becomes their best friend.
Last night, at Anna Lynn's Confirmation, the Bishop was talking about what it means to be confirmed. He began by quoting Luke 10:23, "How blessed are the eyes to see what you see." Then he proceeded to put on 3D glasses! It got their attention, and he went on to say as a confirmed Catholic, you see things clearer, choosing the gifts of the Holy Spirit, and connecting with people of God.
Barry & I first met at the office, and one day our office-chat turned to music. He likes blues music too! We talked festivals and artists, new cd's and old favorites. We talked about bottle trees and good beer. I met his adorable wife, Sally, and his darling mother-in-law, Helen. In one of those Memphis-is-such-a-small-town-things, I discovered that his niece was a friend of Lucy's at SBA. We connected over getting our jobs done and the blues, and now we're building shacks in the Mississippi Delta.
Connectedness helps each of us weave with our Dream Strings - building friendships and shacks that enrich our lives.
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