Friend to friend

It's a small world after all!

I leave a friend's house, drive ten hours and get up to drive another two and a half hours to another friend's house.  While there I visit with more friends before getting in my car and driving three more hours visiting my sister and eventually going home.

That seems like a lot of driving, but imagine the days before cars.  It took all day to go twenty miles!  Now I can jump from friend to friend across the country in a matter of hours and although it may not be efficient to visit my way home, it is comforting.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, but even sweet sorrow hurts and has a tendency to lie heavy in the heart.  It could be a long time until that prophetic tomorrow.  I need to fill the hole quickly and with lots of love in order to make it through.

Like a child jumping on the bed I leap from friend to friend, cushioning myself from the feelings that fall on me in unsuspecting moments, keeping my world small and sweet so that the present is more than a way to the future.

Stopping for hugs along the way, sharing the joy that lies deep within me, and being both busy and useful I move along life's way at my own pace.