“This was a wonderful day,” he says, as he leans back into his pillow. “It was like the good old days.”
I stop fussing with the blankets and smile to myself. This is going to be good.
“Good old days?” I ask. “What do you mean the good old days?”
I turn out the light and snuggle up against his eleven-year-old-body.
“Oh, you know, before I wore glasses. And when the meadow was still the meadow. And before Kyle and Nikki moved away. You know what I mean?”
I think about his big blue eyes peering out from behind rims. And about how we used to pick apples in the meadow where a big condominium complex now stands. I think about our old neighbors and how Jeffy and Nikki used to play for hours outside on her swing set.
“I think I do,” I say, then I kiss the top of his head. “I’m glad you had a good day.”
Later, as I fold the clothes (there are always clothes to fold), I am thinking about his definition of a wonderful day.
Enjoying his senses, and the great outdoors. Spending uninterrupted time with a good friend. And being tucked in by mom.
Sounded pretty good to me.
And I began to think what a wonderful day would mean to me.
Seeing? Seeing, yes. Definitely would be beauty involved. Preferably beauty in the great outdoors.
But. A friend? Here is where it gets a little tricky for me. See, to me, wonderful day means alone.
All day long I am fighting noise. Noise outside of me, noise inside of me. To be alone, to have the quiet. Ah, that is wonderful.
And then I remember the Anam Cara.
Such a book makes me realize the poverty of the English language. Ah, but never mind. We are speaking of the soul friend. Of the concept, O’Donohue says:
The anam cara was a person to whom you could reveal the hidden intimacies of your life. This friendship was an act of recognition and belonging. When you had an anam cara, your friendship cut across all convention and category. You were joined in an ancient and eternal way with the friend of your soul.
And I know who my anam cara is.
O’Donahue knew too. He goes on to say, in this lovely book with lovely words:
The anam cara is God’s gift. Friendship is the nature of God. The Christian concept of god as Trinity is the most sublime articulation of otherness and intimacy, an eternal interflow of friendship…Jesus, as the son of God, is the first Other in the universe; he is the prism of all difference. He is the secret anam cara of every individual. In friendship with him, we enter the tender beauty and affection of the Trinity. In the embrace of this eternal friendship, we dare to be free…
And I realize that wonderful is not being alone so much–but being alone with my Anam Cara–my Jesus.
Yes. That is a wonderful day.
poem by laura boggess, inspired by the Anam Cara, both the book and the Person
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