The Journey of Friendship and Healing

In this quiet, I am home.

I’ve always been home, here, in the beauty of the aching quiet. And beneath the glow of warm light, with a beautiful Piano soundtrack playing in the background… home has never felt so precious.

This morning, I sat on the couch and cried. I’d just read a blog post, written by a dear, dear friend of mine, about friendship. And now my mind keeps revisiting the beautiful image of two autumn leaves travelling down a river, side by side, until they part: naturally and perfectly. A metaphor for the journey of friendship.

I’m so grateful for the beautiful healing that’s been working its way through me, over the past few years. It’s shown me the ways I’ve been scared of letting friends see the real me. The ways I’ve been scared of having friends, at all.

But friends and community are finding me, and I am finally saying yes. Yes with boundaries. But yes, all the same.

What a gift, this journey of life. What a beautiful river for my floating leaf to drift free.