Don’t you love when friends turn into sisters and brothers?
This week I was reminded of how my circle of friends has widened since moving to Sarasota. My first six months were spent in tears of loneliness. Would I ever find my tribe?
I’d go to get my nails done and actually look around for potential friends. (You know, like in the children’s book, “Are You My Mother?” only the “Are you My Future Friend?” version.)
Thank GOD for my main posse, who were my anchors during those stormy (and lonely) months. Renee the kind comforter; Anita the soulful listener; Cynthia the sassy sophisticate. They never failed to “show up” for me. Because they are so GOOD at being sister friends, I made the mistake of comparing everyone new that I met to them. Who could measure up?
Then there’s my sister sister, Shirlee, who is an earth angel. I won the sister lottery when I was born, and she’s a gift that keeps on giving me tidings of comfort and joy.
There are the friends you hardly see at ALL (unfortunately)…but they are THERE. If I needed Cindy or Roseann, Judy, Linda, Hilary or Antoinette, at a moment’s notice they’d drop everything on a dime to lend their wisdom or kindness without judgment.
When I finally began to relax (and stop whining), a new bouquet of budding friendships emerged. Five-foot-nothing, southern belle Kyle instantly became a huge connector and cheerleader who never fails to make me smile. Karen, who I always introduce as my “two-time-published author” friend has proven to be a true go-to for impromptu adventures and rich conversations. My new across-the-street neighbor Darcy looks like Blake Lively (and I won’t hold that against her) because she makes me feel like her most favorite person in the world (and who doesn’t love feeling like THAT?)
I’ve got two Kim’s – my cousin as well as a long-lost friend from ages ago who came back into my life this year. You couldn’t find two bigger hearts so full of love.
There’s all of you out there that I’ve never met, but you have become my sisters. Suzan Alexander, can you feel the love?
I can’t forget the guys. John, my brother, sings Sinatra to me and no matter what my week is like, it heals or lifts my heart. Eric, my favorite collaborator, is always learning new things and sharing them with me, while being a genuinely kind man. Doug, who calls me “lass”, notices new shoes and hairdos (and, along with the other Sarasota Lounge Lizards made Sarasota finally feel like home.)
That really is what our sisters and brothers of the heart do for us. They make us feel at home in this world.
We go back with them…and we go forward.
I say all of this with a heart full of gratitude and love along with a little fear and trepidation that I have certainly left someone out who should be named. If you were omitted, part of the reason I love you is because you are so wonderfully forgiving.
I count on that breath of kindness from my sisters and brothers. No matter how much is in your bank account as you read this, if you have at least one sibling of the heart, you (and I) are rich.
Now for the new Word of the Week!
Hmmmmmm! I’ll admit to a teeny buzz-kill when I pulled the word OBEDIENCE. However, if history continues to repeat itself, I’ll find some nuggets in the week ahead for which I’ll end up being grateful.
Who are your sisters and brothers of the heart? And how have they impacted your life?