Oh how long life is and what a gift it is to have witnesses...life long witnesses, who may not be close to you by any active means, but have seen you either at pivotal shifts on the journey or a few steps in the sub-lifetime of those shifts. These most important beings help to keep WHOLE the picture of your life, the image of yourself, your journey, your growth. They join the dots. They know you in ways your closest friends over shorter and especially recent periods cannot as they are not mired as you are, by the a litany of current distracting details.
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It was a beautiful Ash Wednesday beach day specifically for the purpose of rejuvenation and support of our dear friend Sean who had recently lost his baby brother Joseph. After our day out, we settled by the poolside of Jason's mother's home in Kingston. There we spoke in deep wonder and acceptance of the journey of loss and rebirth that we all have and must endure. At the close of this, Jason's mum was rushing about, late for her game of tennis, and her sparring partner who came to fetch her was already parked outside:
Friend JH: Berette, do you know who that is in the car outside?
Me: No, who is it?
JH: It's Sister Mary Catherine
Me: What?! No way. From Immaculate??? Lemme see!
I ran outside around to the driver's side of the car where a middle aged woman was seated. Same childlike face that I remember from so many years ago. Except in the place of the Franciscan nun's habit was a tennis headband, bob-length hair flowing free:
Me: Sister Mary Catherine!! Is that really you?!
SMC: Ah...yes...(?)
Me: It's Berette...
Me/SMC: Berette Macaulay (?!)
Me: Yes Yes! Oh my gosh I can't believe it - how long has it been?!
SMC: I know, oh my goodness! I can't believe it. How are you? Where have you been?!
Me: I'm fine! I've been living in the States the past few years. I'm an artist - well currently a photographer...
SMC: How wonderful!! You...you look...well...(!)
Me: Yes, I am.
SMC: I see your mother on television sometimes, and whenever I do, I wonder "what ever became of Berette". And I see you are fine...(as she gazes at me)
Me: Yes, yes I am (smiles, gasps, giggles)
SMC: I'm so glad, because you were such a troubled child. (eyebrows earnestly furrowed, coupled with a smile of disbelieving.)
Me: (laughs in agreement) yes, I was, but alas I've grown to be quite conservative in my old age (laughs more)
SMC: I can see, yes, I'm glad to see you are alright, and healthy, and well. I didn't know you knew these guys! (referring to our mutual friends)
Me: Yes, a long time too, in fact I met Jason when I was a young child in Sierra Leone, before my 'troubled' teen years! Yeah - the world is small isn't it?!
His mother comes out to get into the car:
SMC: Berette very good to see you. Take care of yourself.
Me: So very good to see you too Sister Mary Catherine (I say this
wondering if I should call her this - as she left the nunnery years prior). Oh wait! Please, before you go, please can we take a picture together, I must have this for posterity.
SMC: Of course!
Darling Sean, whose shock and loss was just a week old - was standing by looking on. We had all been in the deep conversational search; reckoning with the mystery of life...the whole reason for this day of togetherness in the sun. He immediately grasped the seemingly random continuity of this moment and runs around happily to oblige:
by Sean John |
As they drove off - we (Sean, Nicky, Jason, and me) all laughed and reeled from this mysterious journey called 'Life', and the never-ending opportunity to complete the circles that help us make sense of it all.
Lessons learned and reinforced:
This life is long, and this life is funny, even while it hurts. Stay awake. Keep joining the dots. Keep searching and creating connections. Keep loving actively. Go on.
We all piled into our car, and drove off all singing along with this song:
Lovely Day by Bill Withers
(Dedicated to Joseph Buchanan, Feb 3rd, 1984 - Feb 14th, 2012, Fly in Peace beautiful one)
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