Do you ever look around you and think, wow I am surrounded by really f*cking amazing people?
My heart nearly burst last weekend when I got home from a walk to find a letter addressed to me, from my sweet friend. How did I get so lucky as to have friends that write me letters, and, in those letters, share the most beautiful and wise sentiments about our friendship, about me as an individual, and about herself?!Ā
Iām experiencing this a lot lately: being in awe of the gems glimmering around me, and realizing that I have friends who truly see me. I donāt think the shift is from my friends going from not seeing to seeing, but, rather, itās a shift in myself - in my seeing myself, and therefore being aware of othersā seeing me too.
I am giddy with gratitude, so I guess this is a meandering love letter to my friends.Ā
Youāre a magician of sorts, turning the littlest things into grandiose gems, with your unbridled excitement, like the way you canāt help but stop in awe of the lilies and tulips and roses on our long walksā¦
Walking up on the stage like you own the place - because you do - casting a spell on the audience, your body painting the room into a sensual dreamscape, a true artistā¦
Artist is what you are, your house decorated in colorful psychedelic naturescapes, your mind a playground of questions: āWhat if I start with the void of a black canvas? What if I paint with pinecones and leaves and sticks? What if I dare to believe the things I donāt believe?ā
Believing the sky is still blue (Mac Miller, hey ā„ļø) even though all you see is the dark side of the moonā¦
Moon riverā¦a dreammaker - the first one to say yes to my dream of freedom, the first one to trust me to hold sacred space, the first one to let me be a mirror to your candleā¦
A candle, flickering, beckoning me out of the darkness with your smileā¦
Smileā¦the way your face would have all the signs of a smile right before youād rough up the girl who tried to take me out on the soccer field, always having my back, never judging, always lovingā¦
Loving your children like theyāre the most important thing in the world, because they are, and goddess, I wish you could mother the whole earthā¦
Earth spinning and spinning, around and around, dizzying you, flipping you upside down, yet you find a way to laugh through it all,
Always listening, and sharing, and holding, saying thereās no bad time to share whatās on my mindā¦
Our minds synchronized across time and space, messages exchanged at the most ārandomā times: āyou were in my dream last night, tooā...
Too much working on yourself, itās time for a break, and you take it, less working, more playingā¦
Playing softball together, and seventeen years later, playing with words together, creating harmony between my questions and your vulnerabilitiesā¦
Vulnerability, sometimes so hard for me, but with you I feel safe, laughing and crying at our infrequent but oh so sacred meetupsā¦
Up for whatever, but only if it feels good for you, never needing to justify or apologize for what you wantā¦
Wanting the best for your friends - loving them hard, believing in them whollyā¦
Holy is what you are - the voice of an angel.
Thank you, friends. I love you š