Possibly the most important nourishment there is,
none of us should wake up when we’re 70 wondering
why we bailed on a friend instead of nurturing a relationship we care about.
As soon as you’ve read this, make contact, give gratitude, offer love. No bailing. Cultivate.
I have a friend. She can be the center of drama, of late.
Drama is self-created. It is a cycle. There is little wonder why masters of old called it a wheel; Samsara. The events that surround us are just events, as normal and as profound as the weather. There’s weather everywhere, always. Even the most profound storm, raging heat, oncoming wind, or plain, clear sunshine is truly wonderful as it is truly mundane.
This friend used all the words to push me away. She used them in the way clearest to the heart, but not just any heart; my heart. She knows me long and well, so she struck deep. She said them frantically, through an email, over Facebook, and a text message as a request to call, all in the course of a single afternoon before I could say anything that would be ‘useful’, so I waited, not saying anything at all, as the saying goes.
I can’t control another’s weather, just offer an umbrella. So, I followed the advice of Elena, who knows the hurt in the heart and it depth too. And whatever happens happens, and if I get wet then I change my socks and keep going.