Last week my friend Doris invited me to stop by. We get together every few months at her house. She serves coffee or tea and delicious sweets. Her husband, Howard, usually stops puttering to say hello, pausing at the table to give a big hug and nibble a cookie.
This time Doris urged to bring my camera.
“The roses are blooming so beautifully,” she said.
As we sipped our coffee, we looked out over the back garden.
Oh, yes, the pink roses shimmered in the height of their blooming. They looked alive as they wove up the garden fence. Their perfume, surely, was intoxicating.
I hoped the sun would come out and do justice to the photos. It played hide-and-seek, blinking in and out from the white clouds overhead.
Pink flowers always remind me of friendship.
They remind me of the beauty of our relationships with dear ones. With our friends with whom we’ve grown, laughed, shared.
How many friends have we had in our lifetime? How many have come and gone? How many have fallen to the earth?
I think of an old saying about friends. Some come into our life for a minute. Some for a day. Some for a month, a season, a year. Some stay for our school years. Some stay during the time we’re raising children. Some linger for a decade or two, or maybe six. Some hold our hands on our deathbed.
Sometimes we think that every friend should be a lifetime friend.
I think not. Some come and some go.
We need to intuit when to continue to nurture our friendships and when to let go. Sometimes we release in order to allow new energy to come into our lives. Sometimes we nurture in order to deepen.
It’s always a dance–this dance of friendship.
A friend delivered a birthday card last week decorated with flowers and birds. The words said, “Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive…”
She then listed the qualities that she admired in me, and how she desires to embrace them.
What we admire in another person is often a mirror for us, is it not? Perhaps I am simply a mirror for her to see her own love, empathy, compassion, honesty, integrity and humor.
Thank you, all my dear friends, for what you share–and for what sometimes I can only weakly reflect in your blooming light.
As Doris and Howard shared their beautiful pink garden blooms I looked in their faces and saw love reflected there.
Thank you for sharing your beauty, my friends.
May we all continue to bloom and share the flower of our lives with those we meet.
What have you learned from your friendships? Is there a special friendship that blooms more vividly for you right now?
*Friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold* –Oliver Wendell Holmes