Nicole sent me this print for Christmas, seeing in it
the nature of our relationship maintained over time and distance by an endless
conversation in writing. At one time, we wrote letters, lengthy missives begun
in tidy script and trailing into a scrawl once cramp had set in. These days the
letters are less frequent, replaced by card tag and spontaneous emails in the
middle of a workday, but there is always a heart leap when I see her name in my
inbox or her handwriting in the daily post.
I have, on occasion, heard her voice. She recorded A
Charlie Brown Christmas for Ter and me a couple of years ago, so I need
only open the book to hear her east coast drawl. I don’t hear it in her
writing, though; as with all things subjective, I hear her via my innate
universal translator, which sounds suspiciously like me. And, when you account
for local vernacular, sounds hilariously discordant at times.
Nope, for the most part, our friendship is a written
one, and while I would dearly love to close down a teahouse with her (she might
prefer a bar with beer and a rockin’ house band), the value of her friendship
is not one whit diminished by the vast space between us.
Is she a soul mate? Maybe. A soul sister, certainly,
and likely someone I have known in another time and another place. For whatever
reason, we have been separated this time out, yet we managed to find each other
despite our differing paths, and perhaps we benefit more from our present
circumstance than we would if we resided in the same town. We are each spared
proximity to the other’s drama, for one thing, which enables clarity when
offering support. And that support comes in writing, to be read and reread as
required, wisdom saved for a rainy day or anecdotes to amuse when nothing else
is funny.
Matted and framed, this print hangs above my writing
desk, a tangible connection to my most perceptive soul sister and a reminder of
the conversation begun all those years ago. I’ll sign this one off as Nic
herself is wont to sign …
In propinquity,
I'm choked up reading this entry. You are such an important part of my universe. And that we have forged such a bond with the power of words is almost impossible, but we did it. I'm proud of our friendship, I value it more than you'll ever know. That Ter is also part of the package is pure gold. This relationship is a bright blessing, cherished every second. The print is meant to reflect that and all you've written above. I'm so pleased it resonated. It looks beautiful hanging on your wall. I'm just sad I wasn't able to frame it for you myself.
ReplyDeleteAh, propinquity in its purest form. Forever.
PS - I would be THRILLED to shut down a tea haunt, you know that's in my wheelhouse!
I love you, Nic.
DeleteLove you more.
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