“A friend is one that
knows you as you are,
understands where you
have been, accepts what you have
become, and still,
gently allows you to grow.”
~Unknown (from Charter for Compassion)
I’ve probably told you that we’re moving into a wonderful retirement community in Asheville (home of the Goddesses) in a few weeks. Right now we’re at Chautauqua InstitutionChautauqua Institution where we spend our summers. (For the record, institution seems like an odd designation, but we’re all fairly sane.)
Last week a member of one of our churches left us a note saying that the hosts of the Ecumenical Community house where she had stayed the week were ALSO moving to the same Asheville community. Thrilled we looked them up and wow, are we going to have fun together! They are moving in the very same day. He, too, is a minister.
There’s nothing better than new friends to go with the old ones. We feel sure we’ll have the opportunity to make many. We’ve already started signing up for classes at the local university, and can’t wait to meet more people in our neighborhood.
Along the way, we lose friends. It turns out that I lost one in May, Lynn Ross, who I’d known since the 1970s. We kept in touch through Facebook and she was a constant source of positive energy in my life, reading and loving all my books and always sure to tell me. She chided me once when I pointed out I’d done something stupid. “That’s not a good way to think of yourself,” she said, and now I think of her every time I repeat something negative about myself. She taught me well. I miss her.
Here’s to old friends, departed friends and new ones. We are so lucky to have them, aren’t we? Do you have a story about one of yours? Would you like to share? We’d like to hear.