My very good friend, which is something I do not say often, Kelly, who is also a yogi and a love guru, intuitive and certified Bach Flower expert, great knitter, talented writer, an amazing singer...., (yes, her depth level can be intimidating) several months ago sent an incredible book. Honoring her sense of importance on the subject and her opinion I set off to read “The Secret Power of Yoga” by Nischala Joy Devi right away. Mind you several months ago yoga was only a dream I could escape to. At the start of the book I began to see this book as THE source for understanding of (my) LIFE so I started to flag all the pages where I found lines that resonated with me, they begin on page 8, hope you like yellow because this book is looking like a little chickie full of little yellow paper feathers, can we say Post-it loves me? and I’m not even finished reading yet. This is the first time I ever do this to a book. Why? How did we both know it would be(come) so important to me?
The point is how did she know? That’s why we are very good friends, we are in sync even though we are thousands of miles away and really only get to see each about every 2 years or so. My days of traveling to Paris yearly have long ended and Kelly doesn’t live there anymore, “if Madonna calls I'm not here” but what fun, amazing incredible memories we share of my adventures among the French. “eh, oui?”
Good friends how can you define them? They really have just appeared and remained in my life, these are the relationships that easily survive the new cell phone number/email address ax, forget about the Facebook “friends” spring cleanings, these few stay around even when they are far, far away because the time we have shared together has been that meaningful. Who else but a very good friend could lived through countless stories from ridiculous to crazy to funny and still only encourage me the whole time to be better, do more and point out all my strong points, first, before sharing their truth feelings about what’s going on. Who needs a yes man? A true friend tells the truth.
How easily we become “friends” with all the mediums we have to connect with people we may be the generation with the most (vicarious) friends. I’m all for the phenomenon that is social media but there has to be some distinctions between friendship levels, right? Am I a friend snob?
I remember the first day of school, first grade, when we had just returned to live in the states and I wore a blue polo dress with the word LO
VE patched on the left side. I was so shell shocked I didn’t speak to anyone for a few days. The transition had been from Brooklyn to Colombia back to Brooklyn in about the course of 2 years. I learned to read but in Spanish so I was put in first grade instead of second. I realize now how different I was then. Years later my friends would all say how special they thought I was because I didn’t seek to be anyone’s friend, I guess that’s a big deal in first grade. I was shy then and it was my self-control to just observe and not speak out of the traumatic changes that was interpreted as powerful. Well I’m not shy anymore and certainly don’t hold back on my tongue now, can it be that I was wiser as a child than I am today?
Still I’m grateful for all the people I know and that want to be friends with me on Facebook or in real life, lol. I say thank you when I see a person who has accepted a friend request usually they find it funny or weird. I set out accepting most friend requests on FB, now, because of the radio shows, I’m slightly more cautious but that was not the idea at first I even said a few times “what’s the harm in having a few more friends on FB?”
The only harm is not knowing who your friends really are in real life...Je'taime Kelly e Mihai!
p.s. Mihai is Kelly's husband and soul mate to say he is just as great as her is not fair to him because he is also as special.