Reunions and Reconnections

"The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved." Victor Hugo

Just a picture of a tearful reunion confirms the importance of human connections. We saw many of them after the 9 /11 tragedy: hectic telephone calls displaced find loved ones; hospital visits injured and locating missing family and the gift of healing time of injuries and trauma, in order to the highest in reunions of hope and harmony. All meetings, the love of life and laughter of living.

Katrina has over two hundred of its own so far. Our TV bring them into our evening ritual sofa, rounding that otherwise exceptional level of human suffering that we are afraid viewers witnessed over the past two painful handle things weeks.

Few me more than to see the strong embrace a reunion. Be it man to woman, the mother of the child or friend to friend: the appeal to the human love - for the love of our Creator - is our highest calling. And if you have not seen anyone for a while, or when the unexpected hug from fear of the unthinkable, that the embrace is the saeste kind.

This weekend held my high school reunion a few hundred miles from home, and I looked at the attendance until one of my dearest friends from my old home town, asked if they could come and visit for a few days in the exact same time. It would be a reunion of our own, as if we had not seen each other nearly two years. Because we often talk over the phone, e-mail and each other even more often, we were fully up to speed with the other life. No new earth-shattering treat unloaded; no new revelations to explore; no new experiences, other than the earlier week.

Morning coffee on the deck brought us both up-to-date on girlfriend chatter - what with the seventy-degree near - perfect weather we have enjoyed it would not have been possible a perfect way to start the day - and the mutual friends "have been coming and going back on my radar screen, as accounts of our friend's kids spouses, in-laws and outlaws. long walks and cozy cafes lunch as a rule for birthdays and anniversaries, long car rides scouting destinations now reserved for special occasions, and late into the night pillow talk released only once every few years ... all accumulated in a memorable reunion with my favorite people in in the world. And a spur-of-the-minute decision to order in New York City on Saturday could only be described to my husband - that I do not see until Sunday morning - "imagine, two giggly school girls at MasterCard. "Lechelte the way down Fifth Avenue with exceptionally good behavior, which is always aware of how much damage could we really, if we deal with plastic were not really careful.

It is embarrassing to admit that I have not seen my own sister-in-law and her two children for about eight years, until a reunion brought her to our house in Connecticut in July. in the same week brought my cousin, whom I have not embraced seventeen years. I. "scored" only something better with my own brother, whom I had seen two years ago, when we lived in a house a home back.

Relocating to five different homes within four years - corporate creatures we are - certainly has its toll. It is a human great. oh sure: furniture always banged during a move. small pieces lost (I still have not found three badly needed lampshades and we are completely out of boxing for two years.) carpet and wooden floors get church windows and scratched. little jewels slip out of bone china boxes and slips past road-weary fingers, always cracked and chipped in process.

But the human toll is far graer. Keeping human connections on solid foundation, while the magic carpet will be out at calls in the Near super-human strength of the deed. whatever calendar in with the garbage thrown by the moving company (and moving boxes') mandate; finances get realignment of repairs, renovations and reconfigurations, and energy zapping hopes of artistic creativity and Recreation (or even reproduction, for that matter.)� travel to far-flung family and friends can only be described as pure luxury.

But reunion with my long-lost family gave me pause. It's forced me to believe that the nature and how I can mesh the overwhelming nature of motherhood: baseball, tennis and football practices and games; violin lessons and rehearsals; teacher conferences and school open houses, community volunteer work and the church was talking; stain laundry and grocery line queues; vocabulary Drill and middle school essay reviews ... with the requirements of the management of human connections on course. It's forced me to think that the way I can ensure that friendship developed, based on five lines intact condition, as also ways in which I can grow the flower in my own backyard.

As images unfold Katrina this week, reunions of joy Improve our spirits otherwise suppressed. overwhelming nature of my own little world together with the overwhelming nature of this new world order filled with memories of 9 /11, together with tragedies in Madrid and London, the Asian tsunami, together with fears of Ophelia; Iraq and Afghanistan; SARS and bird flu; $ 3 per gallon gasoline and heating oil impending crises; leukemia and chemotherapy: The dizzying complications of both first world and third-world countries to leave feeling myself to once hopeless, helpless and unfortunate. at the end, it is family and friends - and reconnections meeting - that the creation of a better future for all the worthwhile effort, the entails.

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