Christmas. Feeling melancholy. A long way from 2 people who mean the world to me. Choices can do this. Missing people who fill important places in my heart. Feeling divided. Feeling grateful. Feeling loved. Feeling love. Choices can do this. Making choices.

The people I miss tonight are people who are my history. They are my foundation. The foundation that has given me an anchor, a solid base to grow up on. A place that was safe and secure to take up challenges from, to run out to the world from, to mature and grow up from.

Choices. Choices bring decisions. Decisions have consequences. Divided, always divided is one of the consequences I experience. Missing people one place. Or another. Meeting wonderful people who would have been invisible if the decision hadn’t fallen on going there or doing that. A marvelous consequence of decisions.

Feeling full of love, full of gratitude. Feeling I have made the right choice. Feeling happiness. Not lala happy, no not that. I have not gone over the edge – not just yet – though I play very close to it occasionally.

Feeling filled up with the experiences that life throws at us and the discoveries made as a result.
Feeling thankful to the people who I have attracted to my sphere in the world right at this time, right at this place. They have become my teachers. My helpers. My right hand. My right foot. And I would, in a moment, without hesitation, reciprocate in kind.

Feeling enormously privileged to know so many wonderful people. The people who are here, in the now, in this moment are the people who are weaving my tapestry. They are the colourful threads that I, as the weaver, take in my hands and with my loom, magically thread and intertwine to make the fabric of my life. I choose. Consciously. Subconsciously. To add. To delete. To mute. To magnify.

I contemplate the Christmas tree. Small in stature. Grand in influence. In its pot of earth. Brought to me by a friend. Helping this less than mobile me. I give thanks, say thank you, to the amazing people who have chosen to come to my assistance. Their choice. Decision made. Consequence? My happiness? No – my choice. My joy? No again – my choice. My deep gratitude for their kindness? Tenfold.

Christmas Eve. Alone. My son and I. My choice. Consequence? Missing people. Seeing people. Experiencing something new. Painful. Teaching. My life of colourful threads. Feeling full up in that, glad I stopped when I did, sort of way. Learning constantly. Content in the moment. Happy? Without a doubt! My choice. My decision.

Jeg er blevet bidt af en fjolle flue i dag. Og når det sker er FB faktisk et super godt sted at besøge. Jeg har haft en herlig times tid med grammatik mishandling på både dansk og engelsk, været i kort dialog med en lige så letsindet Flemming Jensen, du ved, Lunte, om noget så alvorligt som Gud, og er blevet inspireret til alvorligt, mavepine latter af adskellige oplæg blandt andet en om at bruge sin bil alarm til at skramme indbrydstyve væk med diverse stik veje fra det oprindeligt. Den allerbedste var et skilt i en cafe ved nogle småkager som opfordrede til “please use tongues to pick up cookies and bars, not your hands”. Det fik fjolle flue feberen for alvor sat i gang så der nu er udbrud igen 😃
Hvor er det dog fantastisk! Jeg lever mindst 10 år længere grundet denne inficering!!
Jeg sender lige fjolle fluen videre…være indstillet på at bryde ud i latter hvis I bliver bidt. En mave klukken kan også være et af symptomerne og er man ellers immun overfor sådan noget kan der alligevel godt bryde et smil frem.
Held og lykke allesammen.
Rigtig god dag! Hihihihihihihi…

I am the luckiest person in the world, no, no in the universe.

I spent last evening in exceptional company. I find that I am doing this often which leaves me feeling very privileged. What made the evening such an exceptional one? I was in the company of 3 very good friends. 3 of the most wonderful women whom I have had the privilege to call friends for a number of years now.

I had been looking forward to this evening. It had been too long since we had seen each other. Nothing is missing when we arrive. The candles are lit, the glögg is made (and is very yummy), bowls are filled with sweets and chocolates (plus a healthy option) and an antique platter is graced with delicious cakes just waiting to be devoured. Christmas decorations dress the room and the rest of this lovely home. The atmosphere is welcoming and relaxed as the rest of the family goes about their business.

We settle in for a cosy evening. We are at different places in our lives and yet we have all experienced and cried at heartache and challenges, overcome obstacles, laughed at silly hiccups and got on with life. We are all people who love to laugh. We are all women who have families, some split. The concern and love for our children is always apparent as we frequently discuss and attempt to help each other in negotiating the challenges associated with rearing children some now teens. We help each other.

On some evenings the talk centers on how our children are faring, job situations, practical matters, our daily lives as we live them.

On some magical evenings we touch each other on a much deeper level and we lay our souls bare. No matter the subject we get under the skin and reach the feelings, the deeper values we each hold, our core. We are completely and totally open with each other and nothing is held back. Questions, reflections and opinions are offered up and accepted with compassion, empathy and respect. Such an evening was last evening and I still bask in the wondrous magic of it.

We listen to each other. We do not judge each other however we ask questions, can be critical of choices, voice our opinions with care and love for the other. We trust each other completely. We express concern each one for the other if there is something amiss. We share the joys, the sorrows, the funny mishaps we individually experience. We are there for each other at any hour, in any situation. This we know.

These unique friendships are of the most precious and rarest kind. The friendships demand honesty, respect, authenticity – each of the other. The rewards of the friendships are immeasurable. The friendships themselves are invaluable. They are essential to my well being.

I raise my glass to toast my friends – the magical, stay in your life no matter how dirty it gets, deep in your heart kind of friends. With the deepest gratitude, I am, your friend.

Namaste.