Thursday, June 26, 2008

Checking In

I've come to realize that right now, at this very moment, I am a very fortunate woman.

In this light, I'm speaking of friends. I have wonderful friends that I don't get to talk to near enough. Friends that I see on occasion. Friends that I speak to many times a day. All of these friends work their magic for me to be a happier, sane-r( I know that's not a word), more productive person.

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit. --Aristotle

I've found this out more with time. Looking back, I can see how this worked for me in my past friendships, I just didn't see it then. Some of my favorite friends are the ones where you may not speak to them for months, or even years, yet when you reconnect again, it's like opening a book, back to the same page you left off on. Ever had that feeling? It's delicious. Validating. Encouraging.

To all my friends, far and wide, internet and real time, close and acquaintences-

Thank you for being a part of my life. Every touch that you have made has only enhanced who I am as woman, mother, sister, daughter, wife, ... friend


Anonymous said...

Not In Her Storm
by Sauni
I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain
And it is always I fight for the welcome change
When it rains it pours on this heart of mine
So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.

But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change
She can walk away from what hangs overhead
And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.

Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home
It's for me that she pushes away her own rain
So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.

She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart
God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart
And she never wanders when your world falls through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.

She has wings that I know not only I can see
Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me
It's the way that the eyes can surely view
How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.

Not in her storm is her work ever done
And even in her storm she hands me the sun
When her world is dark - I always have light
And now how I hold the new color of night.

She takes then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome place
I have been able to love her more every day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.

Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here inside of me
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much.

Kris! said...

Being in the throws of summer and not seeing my "HSing friends" very often, it is wonderful to read your post. Thank you so much for being a part of mine, too.