Where Life Blossoms

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Recently, I feel like my faith in humanity has been hanging on by threads. And you probably read what I recently wrote about it...

It may just be the weather... This time of year in a Northern climate can be a little trying.

It's probably a combination of things. I'm probably reading too many sensationalized headlines. The political milieu certainly isn't helping. The recent massive earthquakes in Haiti and Chile were deeply disturbing, yet humbling. Reminding me how fortunate I am. That I have so much to be grateful for... I could do with a bit of a news fast though.

But, anyway... I've been in a bit of a funk that I'm having trouble shaking.

I will. Emotions are seasons and will pass. And anger, hope, despair, unabated happiness, it all passes. It just takes me some discipline and grace to ride those waves. To let happiness flow like a free river. And to cradle anger or despair like an infant. That either has its place and right just as happiness does, but I should be more gentle with them... and with myself during times like this.

So, while I've been contemplating my place in the world... Wondering why and what and IF it all matters, I received a message the other day from an old friend that I haven't spoken with in probably at least 10 years, probably more like 14 or 15. It hasn't been intentionally that long... It's just that the years go by so damn fast...

She wrote, "Friday my 8 year old was hit in a cross walk by a Hummer. I have been in the worst state of my life, as we have gone through this. She will be okay, three breaks in her pelvis, one in her foot. I've never been so scared. She is in terrible pain however, using a wheelchair and will be moving to a walker when she can. I have missed you old friend and as I have walked this path this weekend I have felt the need to cry on your shoulder as somehow I know that the depth of our friendship has been a source of soul strenghtening for me. I could use some strength, I know the lady that hit her (small town).

"We are at the Hospital right now but we will be leaving it today as she doesn't need iv's anymore. We all need to go home. What a mess I don't even know if this all makes sense. Sorry if I don't make sense as I write to you but hopefully a little of it does. I haven't had much sleep. I am going to try to catch a nap now. Thank you for being my friend, Thank you for the times you have held my hand listened to my words, given me a hug, I love you friend."

That reminded me.

That to live for one another, is where life blossoms, where it moves beyond merely breathing, into the magical realm of love. And there really isn't anything else.

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Happy Valentine's Day, Bishes

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I know that this says, "Happy Birfday Doris" at the end of it, but it's the best recording I could find of her version of "It's Magic".

So, I know it's a commercially produced Holiday and I carry a fair amount of disdain for it. The pressure, the feeling of exclusion, the whole rah, rah, siss-boom-ba, rip-off-your-panties, tear-off-your-bra about it. Will and I don't really celebrate it. I mean, yes... One of us usually gets his panties ripped off and the other usually gets a bra torn, but romance and passion aside, it's still kind of a good reminder to tell those you love, that you love them, no? And in elementary school, we ALL gave one another Valentine's notes, even to those we didn't really care for. It was about just acknowledging each other.

And really, isn't that what it's ALL about?

So, while friendship isn't always "Magic". It is MOST of the time; with Will, our dogs and crazy birds, our family and friends. And that's what sustains me. So, while I don't know many of you out there. We're kindred spirits of a sort, you and I. Somewhere through the rubble of this blog, you get me, and through your visits, I get you. And maybe it reminds us we're not alone. And that's a little bit of magic right there.


(Thank you for this great Valentine's Day pic, Bubba!)

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