A friend came to stay this past week. A friend from when I was young. We haven’t seen each other for 15 years, nearly as long since we spoke. Not through any angst or disagreement. Just through life. Separate paths to be trodden. And last month our paths crossed. A happy serendipitous crossing that melted the years into nothing. We are both older, wiser (may be), a touch more travelled and sun worn.
But we are still us. Still in heart those teenagers who spent hours walking and watching waves, climbing into caves and lying on big rocks in the purple heather. Watching clouds in blue skies.
It was an amazing feeling to renew that friendship. To dig into shared history. To realise that despite the years and happenings, I am still me. The essence of what makes me, is unchanged. So we enjoyed a morning out at Castle Hill. Big rocks and blue skies.
The girl in those pics, with the wonderful smile. Who my little madam adores and follows like a puppy. She’s special. She’s my friend.
Wow, that is amazing, and definitely a true friendship. And what a beautiful spot to spend some time. Just stunning!
Big rocks and blue skies certainly describes that place pretty well! And how great to reconnect with such an old friend. So often when we have babies we seem to lose a bit of that sense of ‘me’, and become much more someone’s Mum instead, an old friend sounds just the thing to revive the ‘me’ bit some more.
I agree! What a testament to the magnificence of Mother Earth.
Found your blog through Soulemama and This Moment. Looking forward to exploring more!
Rediscovering old friends is simply gold isn’t it? Xx
It was incredibly special. And to share our life, and our little lady made it even more amazing
what a magnific place and fantastic story, to find an ancien friend… i keep my friends through facebook but in the distance…