Friends...
My last week (or so) has been full of friends…
One friend has a new boyfriend who was in town visiting from Chicago. I found that after a couple of dinners, several beers one night out at the Londoner, and a breakfast at Joe’s (where Irving Meets and Eats), my friend’s new boyfriend is a gem. He seems to know what he wants and what it’ll take to get there. There does not seem to be much he is afraid of. He has a genuine interest in people. And perhaps, what endured me most to him was that he always had a protective arm around my friend, and looked at her adoringly often.
Late in the week last week, I got a phone call at work from the little pumpkins I adore… and was only able to talk with them (and their mama) for 5 minutes and while I did not get to speak to them long, I was thankful for their call… it’s amazing how the voices of little ones can cheer me up for the whole week… and their mama’s simple (quick) encouragement help me through a slump.
The weekend was filled with Christmas parties… the both of which have become traditions. On Saturday night, we celebrated the 10th Annual Christmas Caroling Party, held by Rojo. This party has been witness to new loves, new children, an old apartment, a new house, new neighbors, new roommates, old friends, new friends. We all shared in the traditional fare; and shared our “five finger” traditions, and those of Rojo’s sister, we sipped Champagne (well… some of us sipped, other’s of us were a tad bit more indulgent), we Christmas Caroled, and for me, rang in the beginning of the holiday season. And on Sunday, another tradition with new, old friends… or at least one in the making.
Last night was dinner with an old friend from my old company… we talked about work and shortly realized that the things we talk about best are those things other than work. We talked about Italy… about Florence… about Dante… about seeing things through other’s eyes… about how nice it was that we ever became friends (which could have been considered unlikely) and how nice it was that we have remained friends.
This morning I prayed the Divine Office, a commitment I made to do through Advent (and perhaps beyond). I include in my morning prayers, the intentions of each of my friends and their families.
In the middle of the journey of our lives… both for me, and for Dante, friends and community help and guide us as we journey through the temptations of hell, the difficult work of purgatory, all in hopes of experiencing the bliss of heaven.
My guide and I came on that hidden road
to make our way back into the bright world;
and with no care for any rest, we climbed
he first, I following until I saw,
through a round opening, some of those things
of beauty Heaven bears. It was from there
that we emerged, to see once more the stars.
From the Inferno, Canto XXXIIII, line 133 - 139
One friend has a new boyfriend who was in town visiting from Chicago. I found that after a couple of dinners, several beers one night out at the Londoner, and a breakfast at Joe’s (where Irving Meets and Eats), my friend’s new boyfriend is a gem. He seems to know what he wants and what it’ll take to get there. There does not seem to be much he is afraid of. He has a genuine interest in people. And perhaps, what endured me most to him was that he always had a protective arm around my friend, and looked at her adoringly often.
Late in the week last week, I got a phone call at work from the little pumpkins I adore… and was only able to talk with them (and their mama) for 5 minutes and while I did not get to speak to them long, I was thankful for their call… it’s amazing how the voices of little ones can cheer me up for the whole week… and their mama’s simple (quick) encouragement help me through a slump.
The weekend was filled with Christmas parties… the both of which have become traditions. On Saturday night, we celebrated the 10th Annual Christmas Caroling Party, held by Rojo. This party has been witness to new loves, new children, an old apartment, a new house, new neighbors, new roommates, old friends, new friends. We all shared in the traditional fare; and shared our “five finger” traditions, and those of Rojo’s sister, we sipped Champagne (well… some of us sipped, other’s of us were a tad bit more indulgent), we Christmas Caroled, and for me, rang in the beginning of the holiday season. And on Sunday, another tradition with new, old friends… or at least one in the making.
Last night was dinner with an old friend from my old company… we talked about work and shortly realized that the things we talk about best are those things other than work. We talked about Italy… about Florence… about Dante… about seeing things through other’s eyes… about how nice it was that we ever became friends (which could have been considered unlikely) and how nice it was that we have remained friends.
This morning I prayed the Divine Office, a commitment I made to do through Advent (and perhaps beyond). I include in my morning prayers, the intentions of each of my friends and their families.
In the middle of the journey of our lives… both for me, and for Dante, friends and community help and guide us as we journey through the temptations of hell, the difficult work of purgatory, all in hopes of experiencing the bliss of heaven.
My guide and I came on that hidden road
to make our way back into the bright world;
and with no care for any rest, we climbed
he first, I following until I saw,
through a round opening, some of those things
of beauty Heaven bears. It was from there
that we emerged, to see once more the stars.
From the Inferno, Canto XXXIIII, line 133 - 139
posted by Felicia at 10:07 AM
4 Comments:
Yes you are right, friends are "some of those things
of beauty Heaven bears"! You are right, we have all been through so much with each other over these 10 years and also over these 14 years. Thank God for the friends who help us to remember and see all of that beauty.
I love our Sunday tradition.
See you in a few days.
by the way...
I sipped mine.
I did!
Just sipped.
Yes.
What bumpy sidewalks, this year, eh?
Veronica... about the sipping of champagne... it's what ever you say. Perhaps I've been sipping wrong all along.
And yeah... Rojo knows a little about the bumpy sidewalks in the 1200 block of Addington...
The good thing about a bottle versus a glass is that if the bumps on the sidewalk attack you, you can block your fall with the bottle... Things to ponder..
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