So many things happen in the form of conversation. I think of marriage as a long conversation between two lives. A garden as the conversation between the gardener and the earth. A long friendship, a conversation of shared trials that spans seasons, deepens. I am grateful for these conversations and for the way they define my life, pave the path I walk, plant flowers beside it. If I had not shared my life with the same best friend for the past forty-odd years, I don’t know if I would be able to look back as easily, track where I come from and how I got here: the men I’ve been drawn to, and the ones I wish I’d wanted; the dreams I’ve realized or buried, the ways I take the world more personally than I should.
I love the conversations with my closest friends, the ones in words and the ones in silence, when we seem to know exactly what we each mean, or might mean - and then ask. And a whole new conversation comes into the light.
As your best friend for 40 odd years, indeed, ours are the conversations I cherish the most! A lovely meditation on connection, with ourselves, each other, and the world.
I love the conversations with my closest friends, the ones in words and the ones in silence, when we seem to know exactly what we each mean, or might mean - and then ask. And a whole new conversation comes into the light.
As your best friend for 40 odd years, indeed, ours are the conversations I cherish the most! A lovely meditation on connection, with ourselves, each other, and the world.
"spoken into being" <3