DECEMBER 15, 2014
A life-long friend left the planet today. Her spirit left the physical form to return to its true identity. I write
this with her warmth of heart alive within me. Dear Rosalie, I love you.
What I love most is to be a friend. There is just something about being a friend to someone that feels good.
Maybe it’s a sense of purpose… or a sense of having the ability to support someone when they ask it of me.
Then again, maybe my love for being a friend is all about what it brings to me as an inner experience… that
flow of energy that takes place in our exchange.
For me, being a friend is a deep, spiritually selfish act of loving humanity. It comes down to…. what do I want
for myself? The response to that question is easy. I want to be loved, supported, nurtured, acknowledged, and
accepted for who/how I am right now… not for whom or how someone hopes I will be in the future. I want to
be seen for the valuable, precious package I am right now.
This, of course, is more easily achieved when I am able to see all of this wonder in myself. Then, I am better able
to offer this same perspective to those around me…. to some folks more easily than others, I dare say. Still, the
translation of how I truly feel about myself is expressed in my ability to be my own best friend. If I can really
love myself… I mean every part of myself… the dark as well as the light… then, I’m in a much better position to
be a friend to another.