An Invitation

One thing that I miss, among the greatest joys and pleasures in my life, is a certain kind of conversation I used to have often when I was in college.

These conversations were usually had while walking, sometimes over the course of houres, usually one on one, but occasionally in small groups. They happened when I was with someone I felt I could be totally honest with, we both wanted to go deep, and the stars were aligned. We would speak truth, and listen with love, and something about the atmosphere allowed us to say things we had kept hidden from all the world. We would see each other deep down to the core, often things the other person did not even see themselves. Strengths and blind spots, triumphs and foibles.

And all this in a mood of softly loving acceptance and benevolence, though sometimes the truths were hard to hear. By the end of these conversations, we would both be changed, and that was the aim. To hold each other up, support our growth towards our dazzling final destination, and experience the pleasure of deep communion with another.

I miss these kinds of conversations. They were, are, one of my favorite things in life. If anyone would be interested in having one of them, I would be delighted. I may be a bit rusty, since I don't have them much these days (except with myself, I guess?), but I'd like to remedy that. Drop me a line, if you're so inclined.