Thursday, May 27, 2010
I am so rich with friends. I'm Rockafeller, I'm the Bill Gates of friend richness. I'm Oprah and Ted Turner! If having friends was like having beauty (and I like to think it is) I'm Helen of Troy. Or Julia Roberts or the Grand Canyon.
Today, this afternoon, after working and spending some time with my pal, Arlo, I went to hang with my bud, Marion. She and her one have been living away for the past year and a bit, taking care of an elderly parent. I miss her like a birch tree misses its bark after the boy scout troupe moves through! And I'm the lucky one - cuz I still have piles of good close dear buds here while she is bereft.
So we each lay on a couch (ours is a languid sort of relationship) and talked about things that deeply matter to us - our Buddhist practices, our families, our heartbreak at not being able to break through with some people we love but don't operate with the same ground of intimacy that we do. We drank tea and ate crackers and dipped in and out of each other's lives. She comes here about once a month for a week or less and we always organize time together - we go down the shore or just hang out and yack. On Saturday night we'll have a babe's gathering - we always do when she's here because time with her is so incrediably precious.
Having good buds who you can REALLY talk to about everything - the good, the bad and the oh so ugly - who aren't afraid of the country of emotions - is an essential element of living the simple life. Crucial.