10/08/2025
Serious question - have you attended a class reunion? If so, how was it? Would you go to another?
Recently, I was at my alma mater for our reunion weekend. You know how class reunions are…
Lovely one-on-one conversations with old friends; lasting friendships that you can pick up wherever you left off - like old roommates and people who lived on your floor.
Class celebrations seem like networking events; hearty appetizers, cash bar. Lots of strong (and for some people, overwhelming) energy from the informal and formal class gatherings. Behind the smiling faces sharing elevator speech tales of the last forty years, there were the secret unspoken words of illnesses, surgeries, losses, and unrealized dreams. Bodies tired from hard work. Some people are better at hiding the weariness behind their eyes than others.
Because, let’s face it, life deals you the cards in your hand. Some drew devastating illness and betrayal of their bodies, some drew painful loss of family members, some had the jacks and aces - glowing success stories of work and travel adventures. Fifty of our classmate’s names were on the Memorandum poster.
While many went to the football game, I found my quiet space to recharge.
I found my way to a favorite retreat while in college, the meditation chapel. The space had been remodeled and renamed, but the feeling inside was the same - my safe haven. My cocoon within the womb of the Center of Faith and Life.
Altars, benches and crosses removed, a Tibetan singing bowl, prayer cards and art supplies added. I played the bowl a bit and it grew from a quiet hum to a resonating frequency that vibrated my bones as I centered myself.
Finding my happy place between Valders Hall of Science and the CFL where I met friends for daily chapel - that liminal line between science and the divine.
My true reunion this weekend was the integration of my college Self - my inner child and the wise woman who I have grown to love.