One of the oft-noted joys of meeting up with old friends (as I’ve done today), even after years, is the way conversation can be gladly picked up just where it last left off. The love and friendships I encounter along life’s way profoundly touch me, teaching me, every day.
What the late and great journal keeper and poet May Sarton wrote about the natural world she believed also, I think, of the special gift of long friendship …
… if one looks long enough at almost anything, looks with absolute attention at a flower, a stone, the bark of a tree, grass, snow, a cloud, something like revelation takes place. Something is “given”, and perhaps that something is always a reality outside the self. We are aware of God only when we cease to be aware of ourselves, not in the negative sense of denying the self, but in the sense of losing self in admiration and joy.
May Sarton
Journal of a Solitude, page 99
Just so, for me, in honoured and treasured friendships – near or far.
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Me too. But I do wonder if we are old new friends or new old friends!! Either way we are honoured. Love to you both.xx
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Thank you so much. Absolutely, we too xx
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There is nothing more delightful than reconnecting with an old friend…someone who knows your backstory and with whom just ‘being’ is enough. So happy you had this time, Simon! Hugs, l
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Yes, Lori, our lives depend on it. Thank you, always, for that ‘being’ xx
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True friendships are sacred – and cherished in a way one would cherish the rarest of gifts. That you would have such treasures is as it should be and that you delighted in one of those days, delights me as well..xx
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Sacred. Yes. And rare. Yes, sometimes, but with potential for expansion and wider availability. That’s why, with all my heart, I’m so often encouraged by the ways in which you, and so many others, simply by ‘being’, as Lori might say, contribute to that expansion and offering xx
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