Saturday, March 1, 2008

The Power of Friendship

All day today, there we were, walking around the city in spite of Brother Wind, (who was in quite a mood), stopping here and there for a bite to eat, a cup of tea, a visit to the Cinema exhibit at the Hirschorn, all the while talking, holding hands. I spent the day with an old friend, someone I haven't seen in a couple of years. It was perfect.

OK. He is far more than a friend. He is family. Not like a brother, not like a parent or a child or cousin or any of the other labels we use for people who share DNA, but nevertheless, this man is so dear to me, calling him a friend is ridiculously inadequate.

Is there anything better than getting together with an old friend who's doing really well? My heart is full of love and appreciation. And hope, too. Thank you, dear one, for your current state of happiness and groundedness. Thank you for being so healthy. Thank you for coming to visit. Thank you so much!


LadrĂ³n de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

It is good to have such a good friend and sites to enjoy together. I hope to enjoy some with you the next time I am in D.C. or if you make it back to your old Bernal stomping grounds. (I had an amazing massage at Las Palmeras, Ecuador, and was thinking of you. I'll have to ask you if you have any of the Andean techniques.)

Lee's River/Zlatovyek said...

Oh good for the two of you! And thanks for sharing. (love the way you(?) are grounding that shadow and how it intersects the plane in one direction and the building shadow in the other.)

Reya Mellicker said...

Yes, I'm standing in his shadow. I thought that was cool too (didn't realize it when I was taking the pic).

Andean massage? Wow. I wonder what that's like. Do tell, Ladron!

Gary said...