Friday, July 6, 2012

No Words

Since my last post about being on the verge of a butterfly summer, the words have dried up and I've tucked right back inside my chrysalis.  What's up with that?!  I wish I knew.

But yesterday I went for lunch with a new friend.  Our conversation wasn't awkward or surface-level or banterish; instead, we cut right to the chase and began to ask each other reflective questions, those soul-searching kinds of questions that might get asked between close friends with a long history together.  What's weird is that we didn't mind one another's probing questions; in fact, we seemed to give each other unspoken permission to invade our private lives and our pain--not the kind of new-friend lunch that happens every day.  I don't think either of us wanted to return to work, and we took far longer than the middle-of-a-work-day-lunch should take.

As I'm writing this I realize that lunches like this one/new friendships like this--these are butterfly moments.  Oh, I didn't think about that during lunch or even last night, and when I returned to work the moment disappeared--I felt completely unbutterfly-ish at work or at home later in the day.  Butterfly?  Not yet, not so much.  

My lunch with this beautiful new friend offers me hope--hope that this new season in my life will bring new shades of color, new variety of flowers, old and new get-real friends who know how to cut through all the surface crap and connect easily, effortlessly.

There's one more butterfly moment.  When my new friend and I walked up to the cash register to pay, there was a child's placemat (they provide crayons at each table) taped to the back of the register...


Profound, deep, hours worth of pondering...  I love this child, whoever you are, wherever you are.  Thank you...

Everything works out in the end.  If it hasn't worked out, it's not the end.

9 comments:

  1. I'm so glad to hear from you and that you're writing again, but I know what you mean about going through quiet periods. The great thing is, even if we don't feel like writing, there's always something to *read*.

    Your new friend sounds lovely. What a gift to be able to interact so openly.

    I'm not sure that everything works out in the end--that's a big question mark for me. Still, interesting to ponder the implications. xo

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  2. Thank you, Molly's Mom--it's wonderful to hear from you, too. It's good to know that you get the struggle for words and how it hits hard.

    My new friend is a gift; she's walking through intense pain, all the while showing incredible strength, courage, and love. Just like you, Molly's Mom. Just like you.

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  3. what a great sentiment that child shared w/ the world!

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  4. I love this (the quote and your new found friendship)!! Even when things don't really "work out" and don't end the way I want them too, I can at least try to find some closure in that and attempt to move on to find a new ending. And always better with a new friend!

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  5. Glad to hear about your new friend. I wish I had someone like that in my life. With the children, and the job, and the "always about everyone else" thing going on, I've lost track of all my BFFs. I used to find such comfort in talking (and laughing) with someone who really knew me.

    Treasure your time with your new friend and thanks for sharing.

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  6. That is for sure a butterfly moment! I hate how work interferes with our butterfly moments. I shared your link and the picture on my FB. Loved it!

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  7. Hi DawnGes, just checking in to let you know I'm thinking about you. Hoping you are well. Sending love either way.

    <3

    Erin

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  8. I LOVE this post! Thank you for taking a photo of that placemat. It's always a bit awkward for us bloggers, isn't it? Having to iPhone photo everything we see while strangers look at us like we're crazy. I should just wear a sign in public that says "It's for my blog."

    Can't wait to read your next post, no matter when it is.

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  9. To Leslie and all who commented here--THANK YOU! I've been discouraged lately, discouraged by low numbers and whether or not one person's blog matters or is worth the time and effort.

    I know, what a pathetic admission, and numbers/readership shouldn't matter in the least. Writing offers therapy, and each of you matters. THANK YOU for taking the time to read and comment. Thank you for reminding me that I need to let go of discouragement and get back to blogging...:)

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