Shards of Re-membering

I met with six friends yesterday with whom I graduated from high school...34 years ago. We haven't aged a day. Well, we haven't aged significantly since we saw each other a year ago. 

We caught up on kids, cancer, vocation, losses, travel... and of course a thick helping of conversation regarding classmates with whom we've lost track.

All in all it was an evening of remembering. Or perhaps more accurately it was re-membering. To re-member is to bring into membership again that which was perhaps lost or pushed out. 

In re-membering stories we weave back into the tapestry of our life those threads that have been dropped, torn, or maybe just faded. In sorrowing, for example, the recollection of a loved-one returns that person to the communion of our inner being, back into membership with us - lost physically, reclaimed emotionally.

My classmates and I reclaimed old stories, experienced anew from a more mature lens, a different lens. We salvaged long forgotten tales, not to stir the pot of old wounds, rather, to bring back into the membership of our life mosaic reminiscences that are precious in both their wounding and their wonder. 

Re-membering.

Something to ponder...

Living amongst the shards,

B