It was a girl who giggled, smiled, opened her arms to strangers and hugged them, asked their names and gave high fives, she played ball with kids on islands. A girl who cared, who listened, who heard me. She heard my soul speaking. She heard my pain and my happiness. She heard it all without ever asking a question, without me saying a word. Just by being. By enjoying the silence I could see so much of me in her. I could see the mirror replaying my actions, my ‘goods’ and ‘bads’ and the ways I communicate with others, the ways I ‘run’ my life. I could see why some parts of me create confusions in others. Why sometimes people don’t get me or get my ideas wrong. Why I struggle, why I keep my pain in my belly. Why I don’t speak up. Why I sometimes settle for less. Why I want to fix things, people, relationships. Why I want everyone to be happy.
I felt that deep, caring, no boundaries friendship again. That sweet touch of a friend who truly cares and who would always be there for you. Who would never hurt you and who would always stand up for you. Who wants to share the ideas, a beautiful poem, a song or just watch the mountains and be still.
She found that little girl in me who comes out to play sometimes, but who I put away when I try being all strong and get on with those adventures and exploring.
That sweet girl who knows what love is. What connection is, what caring for someone more than for yourself is.
The universe has the most amazing ways of showing us our centre.
Cherish #frienships and always keep your #doors open for wonderful people to come in ☺
#Blessed.