…Friendship is like this, I realized. We start with a container, we mix simple ingredients like flour and water, love and curiosity. We are patient. When the starter bubbles we feed it. We give it room to grow. And when it is established and has fed our hearts, we share a little bit, thereby inviting even more magic from what we have started.
Walking in the winter city woods yesterday at noon with a friend. Listening. We are all so tired. I gave her permission to not be a fighting warrior right now. "It is December," I heard myself say. "Nothing is happening on the surface except death. Real life is hidden, it is beneath, it is underground. It is like soil being nourished. It is time for us to rest and listen..."