Posts Tagged ‘friendship’

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They say big things come in small packages…and they do. Maybe not small but impactful.

The other day I was walking Pippa and my friend, Dan, greeted me along the seawall. Dan is not a close friend. He is one of a few that are on my regular walk in the hood. Dan is in a wheelchair. I don’t know his condition but the fact that he has long periods of absence tells me he deals with a lot. Dan is around my age, maybe younger. Probably younger.

Dan is always cordial, pleasant, happy to chat. Even in the rain, Dan will often be there, watching the boats breeze by, taking in the fresh sea air.

When I don’t see Dan I’ve caught myself worrying. Is he okay? Is he alone – lonely? It’s a cruel world for the many shut-ins, people that buy their time day by day, never certain of tomorrow.

Thankfully I did see Dan today and realized the sigh of relief I felt that he was there, to receive all passersby and offer me a welcome greeting to another day. Not a big package. Far more.

ML xo

IMG_0383After what we decided has been five years in development, I finally met my writing colleague, ethernet friend, wordsmith extraordinaire, LaMont Anthony Wright, aka Graffiti Bleu, or as I like to call him, GB.

It was in the flesh and blood.  We spoke real words.  We embraced, warmly, endearingly.  I had the pleasure of hearing him publicly recite his powerful poetry to a rapt audience.  What began as a whim, an adventure, a desire to connect as storytellers so long ago, has matured into a relationship of trust, a bond of true friendship.

It’s hard to trust people you ‘meet’ on the web.  Sure, there’s online dating, trustworthy to an extent I’m sure.  I mean, everybody does it, right?

I remember when I read the invitation GB put out on Twitter, looking for someone to collaborate on a piece from his (at the time) new book.  I was skeptical.  I spoke with my then social media person and we decided ‘why not’?  If it doesn’t fly, chalk it up to experience.  Never in my wildest dreams did I expect that one chance GB and I both took would become a lifelong (as I believe it is) kinship.

Over the course of our online ‘acquaintance’ there were silent times where neither one of us communicated for months, even a year, but we knew we were always there.

There were tragic and very challenging times for each of us, which we eventually shared and found solace through another working collaboration—poetry.

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The first thing I felt when I met GB at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento, California, the evening of May 29, 2015, was comfort.  I had, and still have, a zillion questions to ask, and I’m sure he does too, but that evening it was enough to just hang, listen to words undulate through voices of talented poets, and let our hearts and minds and bodies ease into their own piece of harmony.

ML

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What do you do when you have a friend—or friends—who repeat the same stupid relationship mistakes, then come to you for advice (that they don’t heed) time and time again?

You disengage—not in the friendship, but in the drama.

I have such friends. You probably do too. But it is rather ‘old’ at this age and stage, at least it is for me. I mean, we all have our issues. Love, passion and matters of the heart are often filled with angst and drama because it is a deeply emotional experience.

It wasn’t that long ago (but long enough) I went through my own romantic turmoil, but I’d like to think that I’ve learned, and won’t repeat myself, or allow what I allowed to happen, happen again. Easier said than done, I suppose, but if we don’t learn as we go, then we don’t move forward to be open for something real.

That said, one has to be actively dating to actually move forward, which I am not, so escapism doesn’t count. I better get on it. Time’s a wasting…

Note: Yes, relationships are hard, but shouldn’t be that hard. “We’re here for a good time, not a long time.” Enjoy yourself.

ML xo

Magic

Posted on: March 10th, 2015 by Madison Lake No Comments

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I went to a wedding on Sunday. It was a much anticipated event and I felt like a young girl again with the excitement that welled up inside. I haven’t been to a wedding in years so this was a big deal.

The ceremony took place on a quiet, empty beach in the Baja and the celebration resumed up the hill at an absolutely gorgeous home turned party central for the night, overlooking the Sea of Cortez.

Magic.

What hit me the most about this wedding – well, there were many things that hit me…

I met the marriage commissioner on the windy beach as we watched the guests arrive. He asked me if I was friends with the couple, and gave me two names I did not recognize. A moment of panic rose when he then told me it was a Mexican wedding and that maybe I was at the wrong place. He laughed. Turned out he was a funny man (haha) and a very dear friend of the bride and groom. I would soon discover he was not just a funny man but was sensitive, introspective and sincerely passionate. Marco.

During his wedding speech, Marco said that everyone present, family as well as friends, were there for a reason and that reason was because they (we) were all special people in the couples life at that moment, and we will be with them forever since we were chosen to share their incredible day with them, their moment.

He said how important family is and had the bride and groom’s parents come up the simple driftwood and floral constructed alter and stand in the sand with the couple as declaration that the two would not be the beautiful people they had become if it weren’t for the parents.

Before the bride and groom placed the rings on their fingers he had them pass the rings to each parent so they could all put their blessing on the rings. (okay, crying now)

The couple had asked that everyone turn off their phones and not take any photos during the ceremony because they wanted us to be present with them. And we were. 100%.

Oh, and how could I forget the most important – the entrance of groom and bride.

The groom was handsomely dressed in a white linen suit, a fabulous blue and white floral shirt, and blue Toms on his feet. He was leading their loving dog who wore a white rose and greenery wreath around her neck (then proceeded to bury her face in the sand). The bride…oh my. She was – and is – a Goddess. She wore a stunning Egyptian-style white sheath that billowed in the gentle ocean breeze. (sounds cliche but it happened like that – seriously). A crown of greenery with white roses adorned her head and a soft veil trailed down her back. She was barefoot. She was lovely.

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From the beach we went up the hill to a magnificent home where the party was held. Cocktails greeted us (gin, tonic, lime juice and mescal – whoa!), appetizers, and a delectable authentic Mexican five course meal. Dancing, dancing, dancing followed – we guests tried to keep up with the grooms father! IMG_1639

Not knowing anyone when I arrived (other than the couple, thank you very much, Marco!), I left having met so many fascinating people, had many great conversations and had tons of fun.

I’m one of their newer friends and am extremely honoured to have been part of their memorable day. I now know these two, and the people that surround them, will be in my life always. When this sort of thing happens in life, it truly is Magic.

ML xo

 

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Twas the night before the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except…Me! Laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, food prep…but all in good fun and with the spirit of Christmas.

As people hustle and bustle carrying armloads of parcels to and fro and holiday lights twinkle through sheets of rain, I am cozied up in my apartment with Bing crooning about a White Christmas and the smell of pine boughs filling the space. Memories of Christmases past flood in; unwrapping glass ornaments, each with a story from years past, then decorating a fresh cut tree, the smell of pine needles everywhere. Mulled wine and spiced apple cider, carols playing in the background, gingerbread baking in the oven, reading books by the fireplace, excitement.

What ever it is we celebrate this and any time of year, it is the memories. Hold on to them, make new ones of your own, cherish the old ones, and tell the loved ones around you how important they are in your life. Tis the Season. Remember it all year long.

Happy Holidays!