Recently, I posted a comment on Facebook that read, “If procrastination were an Olympic event I’d win the gold!”

So, here I am, trying to compose part 4 of my PTSD saga (beginning with ‘Fractured’). It’s been more emotional than I thought it would. Anxiety level so high, I took time away from my blog. I WILL resume the story, but not today. My husband jokes, “Why do today what you can put off til tomorrow?”

Today, I want to pay homage to a very good friend. I don’t see her or talk to her as much as I’d like to, but, as with most of us, time marches on and I’m grateful for our brief visits by text!

I subscribe to Victoria magazine (see post on Tuscany) and recently there was an article that brought this friend to mind. She has a true passion for vegetables, fruits, flowers, herbs, etc. Once, many years ago, she and I were talking on the phone and she told me of her recent trip to a market. She was telling me about the variegated colors of the produce section. In particular, she described an eggplant. And I laughed at her. 

The article in the Victoria magazine was resplendent with photos of trees, flowers, shrubs, vines. Greens, purples, oranges, blues, reds, yellows…pages of a created tapestry. Not my thing, I thought, then immediately thought of my friend. Nature is God’s visual presence. I could visualize her knee deep in her garden, inhaling the pungent aroma of the soil as she dug, planted, watered, and harvested.

Until that moment, I never knew how she felt. I still don’t, not the way she does. But I thought about it quite a bit and realized that MY thing is words. She may never understand that about me. We have many differences. But our love and admiration for each other, our prayers for each other and our families, the good, bad and ugly that we’ve shared over the years has lent us an unconditional acceptance and trust for one another.

How many people can say they truly know someone? Only by sharing our uniqueness, to be free to be real, authentic and not who others think we are or should be, to see the inner beauty, can we be true friends. Joy and gratitude for simple pleasures like an eggplant can strengthen the bonds of friendship. Thus we are woven together in moments of time.

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