Another day of Patience, putting pieces together

It was not the timelag. Because of the jump into Summertime. I even stood up rather early. But I had the feeling that it would be a good thing to keep quiet this Sunday. Sabbath. So after tea I started to read and meditate in Huub Oosterhuis’ Psalms. Followed by Bonhoeffers March-journals.  After a long while of good concentration, my thoughts were driven away, back to that unique Telephone-conversation yesterdayevening with Our very old friend Soemini. We are friends since Willemien and Soemini’s husband were both assisting the professor for Litterary Science. We were all just married, end 60-ies. Thats a long time ago. More than 50 years.  We know we have a lot of experience and interests in common.
We have have  done things together, gone seperate ways. Our children met in very early childhood. But what happened yesterday evening is amazing. Meeting on Whatsapp and taking time to listen and react from your heart. Last time I had told about my parents. Now it was her turn. And now I got back memories and could put them together in a broader historic perpective. It all has to do with powerful differences in late- and postcolonial Dutch-Indies, bordercrossing-Love. Wartime student-resistance, death, loss, childbirth, panic and worries. And then years later we meet, doing science and philosophy. Half-unconscious of the ideals, ambitions, grave dangers in the lives of our parents. Seemingly far apart from each other.
But after a nights sleep I start putting the pieces together. Not to complete a kind of jig-sawpuzzle. But in the course of the day, searching in memories, archive, Google. It is becoming clearer and clearer, what  was going on in these lives. Only the ones we know, of course. Seeing how we have been and still are the children of our time. Full of sound and fury and signifying Everything. Stupidities and bitter conflicts included. But all-in-all so good to have experienced all that, the love, the separation, turbulance, the lasting friendship. So amazingly wonderful. So, MyDearestLove, We all still are sharing that mysterious big movement in time we call history. But we have always trancended it, moment by moment, feeling connected, alive or dead. For We have had the fortune and the honour of sharing all that through happyness and hardship. So great  to sense this embracing peace in Our heart Now. So grateful to have shared the Gift of Our Lives with each other in Togetherness, Amen.