un dia con mi amiga preciosa

I can't seem to hold in my mind all there is to feel gratefulness for in this world. It's overwhelming. I can say, to sit with a long-time dear friend today was MEDICINE. We loved each other at six, and we love each other now. The understanding--the communication between us never fades, even after months of silence between us, when our lives are full and "grown-up".... (HA!)... There never is a true absence of her in my life. We are as we always were---She is the sparkling-eyed angelic one with tumbling blonde locks, who sheds love with every word and speaks honesty in every realm of her life. Next to her, I may as well be wearing my devil horns--I, the older, shorter, curly-haired clumsy goofball who she receives with constant laughter and sweetness. She always seems to be giggling affectionately at me. Her laughter's contagious and always has been. Connecting and loving a friend so genuinely for so long--watching each other grow and experience the world and develop into our deeper selves, is truly a gift. To think that we once spent our time together tossing our dolls off balconies during our long sessions of our favorite game (which now seems a bit like a child psychologist's playground)! We now sit, completely relating to our lives today--our loves, our losses, our inspirtations joys and sorrows guilts and longings and stresses and beliefs.... Wow. We used to pretend that fairies lived in our ears, and if we listened very closely, we could hear their sweet fairy voices telling us what to do and where to go. That game was her idea. But I liked it. A part of me couldn't completely buy into the idea that there really were the fairies in there... I mean, why couldn't we feel them fluttering around? How did they fit in there, and why didn't we see them travel in and out? It just didn't quite all fit together in my head.  But, oh, how I wanted to believe as purely and completely as she did! How i wanted to rid myself of the skepticism that held me from the state of complete faith that allowed her to live into this little world of ours with both feet in the door! As we spend time together now, I feel the same admiration--the same longing to be open and receptive to all things--tangible, or not... Through her own share of life stumblings, she is still the girl who followed the fairies, and believed in the magic of life. I see magic now more than ever. And I am so lucky to share it with her--the girl, the WOMAN (!) who taught me to see it.