Catherine sent an e-mail about her two day excursion to Avila as well as some photos. Avila is a couple hour drive east of Madrid, but she said it was well worth it to visit the birth place of mystic and author Teresa of Avila. Teresa is one of Catherine’s cherished women of the Christian faith and the connections between Teresa and St. John of The Cross reminded me of Catherine and my friendship.
The e-mail and the stories in it about Madrid and Avila reminded me of kindred spirit of Catherine's and mine – Victoria. And the vertigo of poetic memories began again…
Some words from a novel I read years ago surfaced in my heart and like the ebb and flow of the waves on the ocean of our shared collective unconscious and life journey the words jarred loose something in my memory and the years and the moments were released and played again like a movie in my mind:
“We were never as close, Lisa and I, as that moment. I miss being that close to her. In a way I am still close to her, I am close in memory, and you would think being close and enjoying being close would prevent two people from drifting apart, but you’d be wrong.”
~Wilton Barnhardt, Emma Who Saved My Life
