It's early Saturday morning.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
The sun hasn't yet peeked her shining face over the mountains to the east.
In my opinion, this is the best part of the day in the desert; when all is cool and quiet.
I wish this part of the day wasn't so short.
This week has been such a good time for meeting up with old friends. In the last five days I have met with friends from all different times and parts of my life.
Al, Cindy, Stephanie, Jennifer, Emily, Tracy, Paula, Kristin, Kristi, Heather, Dana, and Joanna.
Common names for uncommon people.
People who can set aside the passages of time and pick up right where we left off...even when years and experiences have contoured our lives in different ways...people who each have a big piece of my heart.
And, next week there'll be more.
I'll meet with old, and new, friends.
Friends here in the desert and friends from different parts of the country.
Three of whom I have never spoken to face-to-face.
This time next week I will be sipping coffee with Gretchen, Susan, Amber and Jennifer in a part of the country I have never been.
A beautiful place called Whidbey Island in Washington state.
A place where I am certain my heart will stretch to a greater capacity that will leave me speechless; for the expansion of the heart is always amazing to me.
Abraham Lincoln once said: The better part of ones life consists of his friendships.
I couldn't agree more.