What a beautiful time of year in New England! It’s pumpkin time and Homecoming at Gordon, and like the
Swallows of Capistrano, we return.
This morning, Dave and Melva, old friends sat at table with me, downing Norwegian/Swedish pancakes and catching up on life.
Simple, significant gifts.
Like last week, when Gail and I did our yearly birthday getaway, we focused on now and tomorrow, not yesterday.
We spoke of family, travels and friends, while sipping coffee laced with cardamom.
We worked together in Christian Higher Education for many years. Our common mission wove us together, not agreement on all issues.
During breakfast today, I shared one of my current reads: The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning by Margareta Magnusson. It’ll never get a Pulitzer but if I do as she suggests, may keep my kids from hauling dumpsters to the Perch after I die and lamenting their heritage.
I get it.
They don’ t want it. (fill in the blank)
So far, they want me.
Which, all things considered, is the better part of the deal.
So, how does this relate to pancakes, pumpkins and old friends?
They’re keepers, not stuff.
Pancakes, something simple around our tables, to bring us together, focused on each other, not elaborate preparations.
Pumpkins, a reminder of this season, to be enjoyed now, rather than getting stuck on what was or what’s to come.
And, the Pleasure of friends, relationships to treasure and tend for as long as we’re able.
At one point they asked how I was doing.
I plan to become more content as I rid myself of some of the contents in this Perch, garage and attic.
Maybe the Vikings had it right. When you died, they put you in one of those Viking ships with all your stuff in case you needed it in the world to come and off you sailed, leaving nothing behind for your relatives to fight or fume over.
We know better.
But as the little kid said who wanted to stop going to Sunday School, “I already know more than I do.”
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