It was so lovely to catch up, little by little. There was the comfort of connection thinned but not broken, the simple pleasure of a friendship that endures despite the passage of time. There was also the mysterious beauty of knowing that during this hiatus each had gone down paths and around curves unknown (and perhaps to be discovered and discussed, but not all right now) yet both had arrived once again at the same place. The friendship was like the path of a river that breaks off into tributaries, narrowing and widening and, eventually, joining in the sea.
I sort of like the fact that sans facebook this can happen. I am still quite attached to the way that life used to be before social media kept us all in contact all the time forever and always without pause.
Life for me has very much been a series of periods, perhaps even greater because there were times when I literally transplanted my life from one continent to another. But even if I’d stayed in the same place, there would still be distinct periods, we all have them. There are points of continuity, but there are also schisms and aspects left behind. Pauses. Silences. Some forever, others not so, and we don’t always know in advance which it will be or even notice the pause, the break happening, so organic it is.
Can we still have that in a facebook world? Can we be free to break off sometimes and find our space and our time, only to resurface when we are ready to? Or perhaps I’m the only one who needs some breaks with the past in order to move to the future unencumbered?
There are downsides, of course, to these pauses, breaks. Sometimes we lose touch forever with people we love very much, or admire, or respect, or enjoy.
Well, not really… we can always find them on facebook, or they can find us. Aha… 😉