The Language of Friendship

I woke this morning thankful for the grace of friendship. Recently, I gave up a friendship based on certain assumptions, then something happened and our past dictated it necessary to make contact. After the conversation started that connection was as natural as breathing. When I did the foundation of the friendship transcends the mixed thoughts and bridges the space.

Before the conversation ended I admitted the reason for the non-contact and we both understood the misinterpretations. The bridge was repaired because the bond and the commitment of our friendship. Sometimes in life we need to let go and focus, as too often, we look for perfect people and if they do no measure up we abandon them.

I hope that you do realize that if you too have encountered a similar situation it is not too late. With conscious action we can avoid the phrase “if only I knew.” Today you can make that first step, the writer Carleen Brice says it best in Walk Tall “Hindsight gives us all perfect judgment…it is time to walk with a new and better friend – love”

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Heartfelt Habits

Okay, I was in the kitchen frying some plantains and was too lazy to use the fork to turn them over, so I used the knife in my hand. My grandmother’s voice echoed in my ear as my husband peeped over my shoulder and said you will make the knife dull. My reply was no I should not use the knife in a hot pan because mama said doing that would giving me ‘cutting in my stomach.’ He said that he is sure that is not the reason why she didn’t want me to use the knife for cooking. He said maybe she just wanted you to use a spoon and that was the reason she gave you. Who can tell if that was her real reason or who can tell how far back generationally this ‘cutting in your belly’ tradition goes back? When you really think of it I was dependent upon and trusted my grandmother and her advice was written in stone. I did not think what she said was invalid or even question the concept. I adapted anything and everything from her. This story is like that ham story where people for years have been cutting off the ends of the ham because of tradition or habit, but the real reason was that originally both ends of the ham were cut to fit in a small pan. As my friend Susan puts it so eloquently “how rich our lives become as we learn each day, from our assumptions, lack of knowledge, oversights, and even mistakes.”