I had the great delight, today, of a visit from friends I have not seen in a long time; they now live in Israel.
Their visit delighted me in many ways: I got to hear what their lives present to them now, rejoice in their creativity, see how they have grown.
They knew me before I ever knew Zalman; and they also knew Zalman.
They were there the first time Zalman led High Holy Days for the Aquarian Minyan plus whoever else came, (including me) in Berkeley in the early '70's.
They knew me when my hair was black.
I knew them when their kids were little and there was no grey in their hair.
When he had hair.
We were together at the first "Joys of Jewishing" camp in Mendocino in the '70's.
They visited me when I lived in Jerusalem in the early to mid-'80's.
They participated in the first long series of weekends that Zalman and I and a cast of thousands conducted at Fellowship House Farm in Pennsylvania in the late'80's.
They know Zalman's kids.
It's kind of mind-boggling.
I made my weekly excursion to the Farmer's Market, buying judiciously---I've already stocked up on the harvest. And serendipity sent two friends also having their dinner at the market "food court"; we sat together and visited, and it was lovely.
The contrast between relatively new friends (22 years or so) and old (almost 50 years) was palpable, but not describable.
Both are a blessing.
I am grateful for both.