the gift of friendship
I believe women coming together side by side is so good for our souls. The gift of friendship is one that should be nurtured.
Last week I spent two glorious days at my friend Wendy’s cottage. We gathered there to write, to read, to relax, but so much more unfolded from our time together.
thoughts from my journal
Sitting here on the dock with my friends is heaven on Earth. My friend Wendy invited us here to her cottage. I feel such a deep sense of gratitude for this time.
The view here takes my breath away.
The water, the trees, and stillness is rocking my soul. I love the sound of the water as it laps methodically against the dock.
A mother duck arrives with her babies, she doesn’t stay long, but we welcome such sweet company. A chipmunk searches for tiny scraps left over from our lunch.
Laughter from the children a couple of cottages down bounces off the water. A dragonfly lands and stays long enough for me to capture a picture of her.
All of this fills me up.
Mostly it’s the quiet though that has me in her clutches. It’s the quiet my soul has been craving. Surrounded by nature, next to the water with my friends I feel like I am gathering up pieces of my soul that have shifted in the busyness of life.
I hold this moment right here with a tenderness that I save for moments when I hold something precious and dear. As if someone handed me their precious newborn baby, but instead I’ve been handed the gift of time.
Out of nowhere, my writer arrives, the one that lives in the deepest part of my soul and gently takes my hand and says come sit a while for we have stories to tell. I open my arms and pull her closer and say I’ve been waiting for you. It’s time for us to let the stories tucked in my soul find the light.
With a deep knowing my writer and I begin to cast our rods into the depths of my soul and within minutes I have caught the first few lines of that story I know I’m meant to share with the world. Although Fear sidles up beside me trying desperately to scare me away from the words, I banish him to the backseat.
On this dock next to the water I watch as my story begins to emerge from its cocoon where it has sat in silence for months. It’s pushing its way into the world and soon it will find its wings. My job merely is to give voice to the story that is waiting to be told.
Those two days came and went. We each left a little better for having had spent time together by the lake. We laughed, we ate, we wrote, we chatted, and sat next to warm fires. At a quick glance from the outside those two days probably appeared sweet and ordinary, but for the three women who gathered together and supported each other on our personal journey, it was a whole lot more.
Friendship amongst woman is beautiful and important. It makes us stronger and sheds light onto dreams that can not happen if we try to move through the journey of life on our own. I am deeply grateful to all my female friends and consider my life blessed because each of you are willing to share a little of your strength and courage with me.
I deeply treasure the gift of friendship!