Saturday, April 6, 2013

How my friends saved my life, more than once

                     Seriously, I just want to cry when I think about even writing this post.

 I feel a groundswell of gratitude when I recount the times my life was saved by a friend and I don't believe that any one of them knew how important they were to me. Certainly they didn't think they were saving a life, just being a friend.

Every gesture however small, given with an open heart, has eternal life between friends.  In fact the small gestures are the haiku poetry of my life.  If I could string them together in a painting, I would.

All I can do is stand in a state of grace in the presence of all that is greater than myself, and that's enough.