Clan
untitled, 1996, ceramic
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I had Christmas dinner, yesterday, with new friends.
One, I had spent a total of maybe three hours with.
Her husband I had never met.
I thought it rather odd of me to accept their generous offer of taking me to dinner as I don’t REALLY know them and it was CHRISTMAS, after all..
But I did. And I am so very glad.
I keep wondering how it is that a very few times in life (in my case) an entire history of time spent together becomes moot as the ease of an unmistakable KNOWING of a person presents itself and the two of you just carry on in the heightened reality of: “what IS this?” but then again not wanting to dissect the gift.
So you carry on just enjoying the ride.
Occasionally cocking your head whispering to the ‘larger-than-ourselves’ , “THANK YOU.”
Building a friendship is hard work and a time consuming thing so when one gets the gift of a good one just dropped in ones’ lap, you have to take pause…
It has happened to me often enough so I don’t question it.
This ‘thing’ occurs in varying increments in life; sometimes a whollop of recognition and other times the reality of it sneaks in through a smile or written word or touch or kindness given.
Time means nothing.
It is reassuring in that way.
Sometimes, I have not been the best ‘chooser-of-theater-partners-in-life’ so I’m ssssssoooooooo grateful when it appears an outside force seems to orchestrate the meeting.
A gift of the highest order.
An arrival.
Christmas.
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