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Sunday, November 27, 2005

Friends
Things tend to happen to me in multiples. I think it's because I can be a bit thick at times, so the Gods patiently lob things at me two, three, four times until I 'get it'. That's what happened this past week. Not only did I resume an old friendship of 25+ years ago, but I re-connected with someone who I had lost touch with over the last couple of years too.

These encounters made me think about how casual we humans can be about letting precious friendships slip through our fingers. We clutter our lives with things we believe are important, leaving little room for friends, and then wonder why we don't feel quite whole. So here's your mission: reach out to someone who used to be important to you and experience how good it feels to learn they still are.

I'll get off my soapbox now, but before I do, here's a little poem I wrote yesterday, while thinking about how much my friends have shaped me and filled me up with the best that life has to offer.

Remembrances

Remember the time we made pizza;
We dressed it with herb while singing Chicago tunes
And afterwards, we walked barefoot
Along the summer streets of a university town.

Remember the time we stepped through a blue windowpane together
Into a whole new world
And a woman at the Eaton's Centre passed through my leg
As though I were a ghost.

Remember the time you served 'buffalo meat'
To an unsuspecting American
And remember how we laughed...
Only you and I knew it was really Spam.

Remember the time you were my stand-in date
And I dressed my hair in blue
For you and Carole Pope
And I marveled at the feathery softness of your kiss.

Remember the time we lay on our backs
In Sibelius Park
Staring up at the stars
And knowing perfection.

Remember the time, as 60s wannabes,
We stormed the President's office
and you captured my heart with your black beret

And tender rendition of Sugar Mountain.

Remember too that cold weekend at your cottage
When you called me Lilywhite Lilith
And warmed me with your body
Even though you knew better.

And remember the times we sat
With china teacups and tarot cards
Re-visiting lives intertwined
Since the beginning of time.

Precious memories

of precious friends.

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