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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Power of Friendship



     Over the holidays I enjoyed the company of old friends who came into town to visit family.  It took only a few days to erase years of absence and fall into comfortable sharing and support.
          Friends are treasures that are sometimes hard to come by.  I’ve often heard the forming of friendships compared to the making of a quilt.  Pieces of our lives are patched together, sometimes with pretty pieces, but not always.  Eventually they are layered and become a whole – a whole that comforts, warms, and embraces us when needed.
              Today I was one of several recipients of a message from a friend telling us how much she cherished our friendship and thanking us for sticking by her when things were hard for her, walking with her after a significant loss, and telling us how much a hug meant.  I know we could all have said the same to and of her.   Her words illustrate the quilt analogy.  It took years and many experiences for us all to weave those fabrics of life together into a rich friendship. 
               For me and many others, best friendships began at my church.  I hear women speak of their good friends who shared in youth leadership, guild memberships, church suppers or a dozen other activities.  The pieces of the quilt come from years of being an involved part of our church family.
              Do you know how powerful friendship can be?  If we do “love one another” as Jesus asked, there is no surprise in it.  Friendship is powerful because it is based on love and caring.

Whether you’ve reached out to a new friend or old, never be surprised at the tears that come as you extend hand or hug.  “Thank you for being there for me,” is the thread of gratitude that holds friendship together.  It is indeed powerful.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

An Urban Rabbit Story




It was a devil of a spring storm.  The black clouds had come in from the west in the evening and during the night thunder shook the house.  Wind rattled the patio gate and it was impossible to sleep.  My sissy cat huddled next to me and cried when the storm was at its worst.  Rain pounded the rooftop.
The next morning broke clear, but cool.  It was late spring and most of the plants were up in the small patio gardens.  These plantings represent my attempt to have a Japanese garden so there is a small Japanese maple and a weeping evergreen.  I had noticed that a very tame wild rabbit had been hiding among the hostas and I wondered how she had fared through the storm.
I took a deep breath of the smell of rain as I walked out on the patio and to each bed to check for plant damage.  I’d left the hoses out for the season and as I walked near one, I saw a baby rabbit huddled in the coil of the hose.  At first I was sure it was dead, suspecting the storm had killed it, but as I approached, it opened its eyes and stared.  I backed off, as I had heard somewhere that one should not touch a wild animal or the parent would abandon them.  As I moved toward the gate, I noticed a second rabbit in the coil of a second hose.  It was shaking in fear and hunkered deeper against the hose for protection.
“What to do?”  I asked myself.  Should I try to feed them?  Leave them alone?  Wait for mama to return? Well, I did leave them alone and waited for mama to come get them.  At the end of the first day, I was certain they would die.  At the end of the second, I just couldn’t stand it.  I picked them up and held them in the palm of my hands and said calming words of reassurance. 
On the morning of the third day, I was sitting on the patio, talking to my baby rabbits still in their hose shelter when mama rabbit appeared at the gate.  She gave a little squeak and baby rabbits tumbled toward her.  Even though I went and got the camera, I didn’t disturb the activities.  Those were two hungry babies and mama wasn’t leaving them for anything.  As I watched she nursed her babies and tucked them back into the nest behind the weeping evergreen.
I always tell people to watch for “urban” wildlife and I think I have had some unique experiences.  I guess the word must be out that I’m just an old softy - or maybe I'm just a searcher for happy endings.  Every once in a while, those really happen.