If you ever wonder how interconnected each of our lives are, think of this story:
Brian goes to Giant Eagle last Thursday–after much debate about whether or not to cook dinner–and buys sushi for us to munch while watching the OSU football game. While there, out of the corner of his eye he sees our friend Sam, who last saw Brian nearly two years earlier when Brian was bald from chemotherapy. Conversation reveals we are headed to Hocking Hills this weekend. Sam contributes he is getting married in that area this weekend–we should come on over. We adore Sam, his wife-to-be, Jenna, and his son, Garvey, (who Danny has known since pre-school), so we are thrilled to go.
After the most beautiful ceremony, Brian (who knows virtually no one at the wedding) wanders over to a couple sitting on a swing. Conversations reveal Aly is from St. Helena, Calif., a remote winery town in Napa Valley only slightly more populous than Calistoga, our own former home in California’s Napa Valley–and a mere 7 miles away. And Aly’s partner, Andy, well he grew up playing in a band with our friend and former Beechwold neighbor Jeremy.
Did I mention Aly used to work with our present neighbor Steven, and our former neighbor Pat, and Pat used to room in college with Eric, who is in a world-famous band with Sam? And Andy, who works as a guitar tech for Sheryl Crow, just made for a great story for 614 magazine’s October issue written by–guess who?
Six degrees of separation my foot–we can barely get out of each other’s way!
Friends come from all places. Some are quiet for years, and re-emerge without missing a moment. Others seem to be hiding in plain sight until the planets converge to reveal them. All are as welcome as rain to parched earth–nourishing our hearts and our spirit, making us realize we may be loved and have love to give. What an amazing gift they give us. And this weekend reminded us that the world revolves with or without us every day. Lives and relationships begin and end. We must treasure these magical moments when they are upon us.
Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year began at sundown Wednesday, and we are supposed to celebrate new beginnings and all that we have for which to be grateful. And over the next 10 days we are supposed to reflect on our transgressions, ask for forgiveness and ponder how we may make the next year better for ourselves and those around us.
How about if we do that every day?
Ralph Waldo Emerson once penned, “Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.” Imagine how we would live if we could do that or, even better, that every day is the best of your life. That would be our ultimate gift to ourselves and the world around us.
L’shanah tovah (For a good year), my friends!