Another glorious day in paradise.  This morning I’m thinking about my two friends and how close we all are after all these years. We’ve been friends for about 50 years. We are closer than sisters at times. 

My older sis said she never had friends like I have, like this. I thought about it, and I said, you know, we are all just real. We don’t judge each other, we tell our stories, our truths, and we always have. No one of us has ever tried to one -up anyone else. There’s never been a jealousy between us. There’s been a lot of good hard belly laughing. A lot of late night baring of our souls to pure love and support of each other. Our lives all on different paths, but here we are, drifting back together now all these years later as if we’d never been apart. Sharing stories of our lives as if we were telling about what we did last weekend. 

Pure honest living connection. I look at those who have come and gone in my life that never had this, don’t have close friendships now, and my heart hurts for them, to not have this thread of comfort that runs through your life.   It’s been their own choice to be alone, but I think it’s been more fear than anything else, fear of rejection, fear of losing themselves, fear of not being in control. 

What isn’t love is fear.  I only know that I am blessedly full of much more love than fear. And a lot of it comes from these women, who have never turned on each other,but reached across time and space to stay connected and give our lives meaning. 

I pray that those who were in my life and are alone can find their way out of their darkness.  I wish they knew the immenseness of their own beauty. My friends, my family, give me that gift every day.  I hope I can spread that blessing around.  

Love light and laughter, all.