Thursday, July 24, 2008

The Uncanny Wisdom of Crunk

Over a bowl of delicious coconut soup yesterday afternoon, I told my dear old friend Jill about my preparations to say goodbye to Mohammad. I shared with her how one of the things I'm most surprised about is how this experience has prompted me to deal with other relationships, particularly some unresolved wreckage that I am responsible for. It has also pushed me to try to be better in relationships where there perhaps there wasn't wreckage necessarily, but time and life have moved us apart.

Jill, as she is prone to do, understood immediately what I was talking about. She said that there is great clarity in pain. Pain cuts to the craw and makes very apparent the things that matter and those that don't. It lifts the haze that may be on your life and sorts the pieces out.

Jill is my oldest friend in Georgia and our relationship has lived largely through spontaneity, we almost never make actual plans to see each other. She is so good at paying attention to me from afar and sensing in the universe when the right time is to rest her wings in my world for a bit.


Red-Handed Jill said...

It was a good day. A really good day. I am so grateful for you, my friend.

Sara Ashes said...

I am so grateful for you my friend. xoxo