" Honest friends are doorways to our souls,
and loving friends are the grasses that soften the world."
Mark Nepo
Friendship has been held in high regard throughout life. Even though books were excellent resources for me, I found observing people to be just as valuable. As I became familiar with the patterns of behavior, it was easier to determine friend from foe, but not entirely.
Over the last few years, I have lost to death: a gentleman who read my words and encouraged me; my college roommate who frequently fanned of my embers; a wise woman who stood by my side whether she agreed or not; and a soul sister who also traveled the spiritual path. They are gone, but I try to keep a connection alive in my heart.
The door to my soul is difficult to push open and there is less grass under my feet to soften my steps. My dreams have become highly potent and illustrated to the greatest height and depth; whereas, the real world has lost punctuation and detail. The comfort of friendship, living or deceased, is grievously missed.
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