A Wise Friend

A wise friend is akin to a book of old wisdom.  A book of bone and soul and skin. A book that breathes and speaks and eats. A book with a song on a wet tongue. A book that walks with you up the hills, through the garden paths, across the grass, into the city, and to the top of the rugged country. A book that sits at the table, weaving with you tapestries of word histories. A book that gives and receives empathy, honesty, and energy. A book of authenticity.

We all need this attuned connecting, this co-creating that comes from existing within the exchange of such delicate witnessing. 

Yes, this love-giving living is vulnerable. It is a little scary. What if there is disagreement or accidental offense? What if there is embarrassment? Fear does this, doesn't it? It wants us all to stay home alone, hiding. There is vulnerability when one loves wholeheartedly. There is vulnerability when one lives with such bravery. 

I am on this enormous vibrant earth, in bone and soul and skin, to experience expansion. To go out and do and be. Yes, there is and will be suffering. And yes, perhaps too, a journey of beloved belonging, and perhaps too, an awakening! 

A wise friend is akin to a book of old wisdom. A book of beauty, spine, and being. A book of bounty! I want the shelves of my life to hold such generosity, to hold such love! For love is the center of us all, the center of it all, the engine of everything.