(apologies to my Puff friends, our gathering last night brought these thoughts today and I know we really aspire to caring conversations)
I love to gather with my friends, and I pay attention to the conversation,
listen, smile, empathize, ask for more information
because I care
I am reluctant for the focus of conversation to shift to me –
which of course it eventually does
because we are all so good at taking and giving turns to each other…
because saying things about my life out loud as if they are important
for anyone besides me to ponder, let alone empathize and ask questions about –
feels presumptuous..(it shouldn’t I know…)
of course my friends care about me the same way I care about them
but do they really care about what I care about?
I came home thinking about preparing better for these gatherings and conversations,
making a mental list of things to name
that I really do want to have company wondering about, especially out loud
what little part of my “ordinary-every-day” seemed especially remarkable today?
what is something surprising – sad – delightful I have noticed?
…and why is it important I name it for you, my dear friend?
who has really touched me and how did it happen?
who did I make a point of really being present for – why -how?
how has love come into my life and what will I do with it tomorrow?
now those are truly the juicy slices of my life
and I want to know your juicy bits too