“A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.” ~Arabian Proverb~
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I have been sifting through the feelings and pictures of friends. Many of the most dear friends are lost to me. The ones I
am thinking of have been women. I have shared love of body and soul with them. We have built love together, bestowing our gifts as time; it is always a path of learning. Pain and transition affect our friendships, but so much remains, lingers – traces of scent and vision, whispers of dreams, harmony, song.
am thinking of have been women. I have shared love of body and soul with them. We have built love together, bestowing our gifts as time; it is always a path of learning. Pain and transition affect our friendships, but so much remains, lingers – traces of scent and vision, whispers of dreams, harmony, song.
I miss my friends. I trust in our lives. I trust in the life Gods lives through our breath. I pray for friends past, for lovers lost, for small hopes, and restorations. Without Proverbs… where would we be?
