Within a few days of last week’s election (was it only a week ago???) I was delighted and moved to be involved in a seven way email correspondance with friends I have known since childhood. Long scattered from our haunts in Baltimore to many different places…New York, North Carolina, Washington, Texas, Colorado, New Zealand, and one of us still keeping the faith in Baltimore, Hon.
The emails flew fast and furious – over a dozen in the space of an hour, from all over the country and from half way around the world. “How was your election day?” “How are people reacting where you are?” “Isn’t it amazing?” “I miss you guys and love you and hate that we’re all so far away from each other…”
Now make no mistake. We keep track of each other — we always have, from notes written on notebook paper, intricately folded and passed in Latin class (yes, guys, I still have that box of notes from 10th grade….mwhahaha)…to letters written in our college days (not many but precious…) to emails and now facebook and skype and twitter and IM.
But the last time we had this kind of cluster of communication? September 11, 2001. And again this summer when the brother of one of our nearest and dearest was killed. Horrible. Tragedy, on a national scale and then on a deeply personal one, pulled us all together from wherever we were at the time.
But this is new and different (like so much these days…). Rejoicing together, expressing hope for the country, for the future. For each other. Telling stories and sharing excitement.
When I was working as a social worker in the U MD AIDS clinic back in 1993, someone gave me a slip of paper that lived on the bulletin board above my desk for years:
“Grief shared is halved. Joy shared is doubled.”
It was true then, when I was watching the daily tragedy of illness and fear and stigma and death that came with AIDS.
And it has always been true with these dear, dear, lifelong friends of mine. We have celebrated weddings and babies and degrees and creative projects and Big Moves. And we have grieved together the loss of friends, of family, tragedies and disappointments.
It has taken me several days to get around to completing this post. Because I was so completely awed by the realization that the last time we all connected this way was a time of tremendous tragedy and fear and uncertainty. And now we were connecting in joy and hope and excitement. I couldn’t find words to express how profound that felt to me.
May it be the case that *this* turning point in our country’s history begin to heal some of the pain and loss and fear of the last 8 years (and so many more years than that.) May we all have occasion, in this new time, to renew our faith in our country and in each other. May we have many many more reasons to celebrate than to mourn. And may we turn to each other in love, no matter what.