The Table

After three long months of being away from my Mah Jongg game, we finally resumed playing. Well, not really playing, more like bonding. There is something to be said for sitting around a table with good friends and pouring out your heart with both the good and the hard. I purposely did not say bad. Sometimes things are just hard and we need to vent our feelings in order to ease our lives. As we age, our hierarchy changes. Things that used to be important, no longer are. We develop a new sense of what is important. Not everyone understands it. My Mah Jongg friends do. Sitting around a table is different than conversing on the phone or on a couch. There is more of a direct connection. More of a direct face to face commitment. I woke up this morning feeling so much brighter. I hope they did too.