Early morning post. I’m almost packed and ready to go. The bus will be waiting outside the door. Etc. And boy, those would have been pretty lame lyrics. The lesson to be learned here is that it is better to take taxis to the airport than busses to the greyhound station. Just saying.
My head this morning feels more attached to my body. That said, I still don’t have anything profound to say. Thoughts: I’m eternally grateful that I came to Vancouver to see Sandra. I love her. It’s that simple. I love this whole family of women that has been my sisterhood for so many years. We have been through a lot and will have a lot more to go through in the future.
I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to spend time with her, Annette, Lee. Mostly Sandra. I’m grateful that my amazing husband helped me get here. That he insisted I go. That he drove me all the way to Kelowna and is picking me up again. Two ten hour days. He’s special, that one.
I am grateful to Kathleen for giving me a place to stay. She is kind and gracious and – well, just plain nice.
I keep thinking there’s a lesson in here somewhere. There’s something new here for me to know. I just wish I knew what it was. All I know is that love rules and is more important than anything else. There is a glow deep inside that friendship kindles. It’s a spark of blessing. It’s something we should cherish every day.
Life is short. That’s such an old cliche and we say it so often. It’s prevalent in memes. You know, life is short, eat the chocolate cake. But I don’t think the cake is really where it’s at. It’s more about life is short, love your friends, let them know how much they mean to you, do your best to light up another’s life, give.
Something like that.