I went by a friend's house on Sunday, and then again last night. We weeded her garden, we walked, we talked, we whispered, we laughed, we rode bikes, and we almost even cried (well, okay- that was me, but I cry at anything).
It is good to have a friend, and I am so grateful for her. We met not much more than a year ago, but she feels like an old soul friend, and I grow to love her more everyday. I feel like I sought her out- like I knew she was going to be there. I posted last year about Creating Space for Kindred Community. I took that ceramics class, I knew she was the teacher, and I knew she seemed very real, and our friendship blossomed on Tuesday nights.
It all just reminds me how to be grateful for each of my friends. They all give me such varied perspectives on life. They are all reference points and living examples of how people live their lives in their own ways; how people make different choices, get different results, and hold on to that capacity to love unconditionally and see each other through it all.
Each of us is our own person, yet we are so different; we are so much the same. I know it is an annoying and cliche thing to say- but damn, friends really are like flowers in a garden - each so different and beautiful, blooming at all different times and in all different ways, needing all different conditions to thrive.
Some of my friends have been around forever, some only since moving to this town. Some I have many things in common with, can tell anything to, and some friends are just right for what they are right for. One of my best friends even votes republican. It must be true love between us, otherwise I don't think I could stand it. Republican or not- there are things I can only go to her for, there are things only she seems to really understand about me.
But I digress, that is an old friend, and this post is about my new friend and the naked ladies in her garden.
She has Rose of Sharons too (at least, I think that is what they are, please tell me if you know differently). Beautiful.
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