Faces of Friendship

Time off creates time to be in touch with friends. Time with friends means time to reflect on friendship. It is another one of those things that moves through time, evolving and changing. Age, location, circumstance....each an energy that creates the change. There are also shades and levels of friendship. An ebb and flow also create a natural flow between the shades and levels.
I wish I was one of the lucky people who hung on to their childhood friendships. I wish I could have held the strings tight and continued the whispering of secrets, experiencing firsts together, spinning in the love/hate relationship only a child can deal with, and lighting up every day when they entered my presence. I don't think anything comes close to those first friendships. I let go...I let time steal it away. So now once in a while I get a friend request, an email....but it is gone. Too long, too much valley between us. It is a quick catch up, and then nothing.
The highschool friendships..ha! I poisoned those in the moment with the selfishness of my own teen world.
Which brings me to my friendships as an adult. Each so different, even purposeful, so driven by who I am and where I am. The ones that matter, that keep me afloat, those are binding. Days and months go by, and we pick up the phone or meet for breakfast, and we pick up where we left off. It changes over time, but it is easy. There is no work, no effort....just this love between us and we know we'd do anything for that person. We always talk of the past, always remember where we have been and always wish we were more present in each other's life now. But we are seperated by circumstance, space and situation. So we revel in what we get.
They say friends come and go...I don't think so. I think they just follow the current of our lives. They come in with the tides, and refresh us and we see and welcome them each time. But even when they are out on the horizon, we are aware of their presence and wait for the tide to bring them back.

A Place To Be: Under Construction

A Place To Be: Under Construction: "From the moment we are born, we are under construction. Constant change, and hopefully improvement. We come to these places in our lives, ..."

A Place To Be: She's a Lady and My Friend

A Place To Be: She's a Lady and My Friend: " It is such a wake up call when you sit and sort through pictures. This weekend I spent my time sorting, scanning and creating a slide show ..."

A Place To Be: Love and Ego

A Place To Be: Love and Ego: "Love...unselfish, real love does not live in the heart of an ego driven person. You know them, right? It is always about them. It is a sad e..."

A Place To Be: Sleep

A Place To Be: Sleep: "It is sleep I feel calling to me, however if I am to be a writer, I must shake off the calls to other places. I believe a writer writes dail..."

A Place To Be: Time Is Slipping...Slipping....Into the Future

A Place To Be: Time Is Slipping...Slipping....Into the Future: "My inspiration for starting a blog is a young mother, friends with my daughter since they were little. I read her post today....the realizat..."

A Place To Be: Now What?

A Place To Be: Now What?: "I want to be a writer. I want to play with words. I knew enough to know that I needed a place to practice. So, here is it. My first try at a..."

Under Construction

From the moment we are born, we are under construction. Constant change, and hopefully improvement. We come to these places in our lives, and we react differently. As we do on the road. We can be impatient and unprepared for the delay. We don't want to slow down, we just see a destination and don't want anything to stop us. So, we grumble and complain. When others are there to flag us and direct us, we often choose to ignore and go in our own direction, usually leading us to more problems.

Sometimes we should look at the closed roads as blessings and the detours often lead us to places that will give us a new perspective. Even upon the uneven lanes of life, we can find balance if we steer correctly.
We need to remember the results of construction. After the mess is gone, the signs put away, we are left with a better road. Usually the road has more space and easier to travel on. So next time you sit in a place like I did today, take the time to reflect and meditate upon life....construction is a work of improvement.

She's a Lady and My Friend

 It is such a wake up call when you sit and sort through pictures. This weekend I spent my time sorting, scanning and creating a slide show for the upcoming wedding day. When forced to look at the mementos of time, you realize how much has happened, and how much has changed.

It also made me stop and think how our mother/daughter relationship evolved. Jen was always the princess...she would smile and light the world. She still does. However, as most princesses, she was head strong, demanding and not so patient. She has always been amazing to watch. Her eyes tell all. I have learned how to read them, and have had lots of practice in doing so. The teen years were tough...I did not like becoming the mom she didn't want to agree with. But she stood by me even then, loved me through some tough times, and stood by my side.

One of the greatest opportunities I cherish, is sharing our place of work.

It is there I watched her change and become a woman. She remained the princess, but learned how to use her strong will, and determination and run with it. She matured and focused and set her world on fire.

When she met the love of her life, her destination, God's choice, it all came together for her. Their love which is empowered by their friendship is a gift all moms would want for their princess. Her eyes are now telling she has found a  fairy tale happiness that every princess should have.

Somewhere in these final years, I have found my baby girl is still my baby girl. My princess is still my princess. But this young lady who lights my world, is also my friend. I look forward to the tomorrows and all we have yet to see.

Love and Ego

Love...unselfish, real love does not live in the heart of an ego driven person. You know them, right? It is always about them. It is a sad existence. They measure everything based on what they are getting from you. Never thinking about what they can give you or how they can create your happiness.
I am thankful that I surround myself with real love and people who freely give it. When I come face to face with the other it hits me like a wave of confusion. But then I realize, I feel sorry for them. If the love they seek is only what they receive, they are missing out on so much. These people will never understand or know what love really is. Without real love, they are empty vessels and no matter what they receive, they will never be satisfied by what others give. To know real love, it must be given.

Sleep

It is sleep I feel calling to me, however if I am to be a writer, I must shake off the calls to other places. I believe a writer writes daily. Usually nothing significant, such as this post and all my previous. Who knows where these thoughts may lie one day...slipped into a character's inner thoughts, a line in poem...or even sillier: dialogue in a play.
Choices, require decisions. Demands, already chosen by someone else. Isn't it funny in some cirumstances, we only want demands. We relinquish freedom of choice out of laziness.
Today I chose to write.

Time Is Slipping...Slipping....Into the Future

My inspiration for starting a blog is a young mother, friends with my daughter since they were little. I read her post today....the realization of time flying by. Her little girl turned 2.
Kind of funny....because the same realization has been flooding me lately. Preparing for my daughter's wedding day. Where has time gone?
Time is slipping into the future. The beauty of it is that the future is so much more beautiful than the past. Days of the past held such storms, black clouds looming and thunder crashing dreams. Ahead however, hope and faith. Clear skies and maybe even the promise of rainbows.
Time is a funny thing. It carries so many things with it. It ages us, but teaches wisdom. It storms through your childhood, but whispers memories to remind you. It holds a future, waiting for you to catch up. Once you arrive, you may find it was worth rushing for.
We will always have periods of time we want to linger in, mosey through with our eyes wide open. The upcoming wedding day is one of those...may that day move in slow motion. Soon, it will just be one of those memories that time whispers about. But for now, I will enjoy the seconds that lead up to it and dance through the rainbows of faith and hope on that day.

Now What?

I want to be a writer. I want to play with words. I knew enough to know that I needed a place to practice. So, here is it. My first try at a writerly life. My first blog.
But setting it up is all I want to do tonight. The play and practice shall wait....