Morning Folks 07 20 05

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of it's own mystery is not love but a net cast forth, and only the unprofitable is caught...
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, the heart finds it's morning and is refreshed. Kahlil Gibran



I am having lunch with Sue MacKinnon on Thursday. We've been friends over 50 years now. My oldest friend and in many ways my dearest. I only see her once a year or so, but the reunion is always sweet. We grew up living somewhat parallel lives, a house apart in a small town; our fathers local merchants in multi-generational businesses. From the time I was 3 she was in my life, and though not always in the forefront, she was nonetheless always there. Marrying within 3 weeks of each other; having babies and divorces on similar time lines, we never lost track, though she moved from state to state, country to country. Now, she visits her mother and siblings in whirlwind visits of just a few days at a time. But she always makes time for me.

We sometimes relive shared experiences and laugh until we cry. And sometimes we share times spent apart and cry until we laugh. When a friend knows from whence you have come and still she loves you, it is an extraordinary gift. Although now in the afternoon of our lives, together again just for a little while, our hearts find their morning and we are refreshed.

Love,
Suz
Today's posting was dedicated to my dear friend Sue