One of the greatest gifts in my life, is the gift of friends.
I reflect on my history, and define each season on my timeline with both the experiences that created who I am and the friends who held my hand. All the epic fails, catastrophic traumas, and celebratory successes that emerged- we have navigated this life together. Each phase and each stage seems to be intertwined with friends who would dive into the trenches of battlegrounds hard fought, and remain in the horrific scene until the blood ran dry.
The depth and intimacy of my friendships throughout my life, have been my greatest source of strength and at times, survival.
Despite the obvious gifts of my husband and kids, I can safely say that these various friendships that have been sewn into the tapestry of my life are and always will be my greatest gifts.
Each layered and laced bond, produced a purpose and ultimately filled a place in my heart and consequently colored my life. I can’t look back on my memories without the profound presence of their participation in it all.
Whether I imagine my traumatic teens, my reckless 20’s, my emerging 30’s or my landing 40’s… I can literally still name every one of my best friends- who entangled their lives and their hearts with mine. Tracy, Megan, Kirsten, Sheri, Dawn and Shelley… I wouldn’t have survived those years without you. Barb, Dena, Amy, Barb S, Mo Mo, Theresa… Oh, how you helped me navigate a new world. Angie, Nicole, Christy, Heather, Janet, Diana, Melissa, Lynn… I couldn’t have grown without you. Ilene, Jennifer, Tammy, Marcia, Emily, Shelly, Misti, Julie, Lizzi … walking through fire with you is inspiring.
I’m blessed. So very blessed.
When you have those moments with the friends you love through the ages, the ones who continue on your timeline despite changes, shifts and the inevitable ‘drift’ that occurs with life’s currents…
There are those few that seem to stick.
When I wrote those names of past friends and current flame fighters, I could easily identify some people that are still stuck in my life- some for almost 40 years, others 30 years, still more 10,15, 20 years and counting. And as time seems to fill these outlasting friendships with the richness of experience bringing new layers of depth and devotion through loss, divorce, children, grandchildren, while taking new steps and holding true to old-
I’m in awe of the beauty that transpires.
I wrote a piece reflecting on one precious moment that seemed to spiral out of my heart upon reflecting on it. I cried through every word, while sitting out on my back patio scribbling it on a notepad. It’s amazing how a moment can evoke such passion. My piece was published on The Mid (Click to read it). Would you so generously take the time to read it? And I hope somehow, it resonates with you and brings to light the power of your own friendships in your life.
Hold on tight to the ones that stick.