Living in earthquake country—in my case, San Francisco — you learn that almost every day has some seismic activity. Most of the time, you don't feel it at all.
However, on some days, you'll feel the earth hop or shimmie for a second. The bigger ones that make you pause, maybe even perhaps duck and cover. It's like living in Barbie's Dream House as a dog bumps into it.
You count your blessings that it's not “The Big One.”
I had a wonderful treat this weekend. I spent the day with a dear friend I hadn't seen in months. I've known her half my life, and we're two years apart in age. The thing that has stayed constant is the many interests we share — art history, books, theatre, music, ballet — and our genuine appreciation of what makes us unique. Our lives are almost opposite in where and how we grew up, family histories, life experiences, and roads taken. We have been there for each other through highs and lows. We've laughed, we've commiserated, and we've laughed some more.
I know I can tell her anything, and I know she feels the same way. If one of us is having a hard week, month, or year, we know the other will drop what she is doing and be right there for anything.
She needed me that day.
So, yes, I'm there for her, no matter what happens, and for however long she needs me.
When life's earthquakes make us tremble, we must hold onto each other.
Do you have a friend like that? Seriously, I want to know.
I sincerely hope you do.
With this extra-long weekend, I hope you have the time to see them or to call just to say, “Hey, what's up?”
I can't think of a better thing to do on a holiday. I bet you can't either.
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