
A smile, however weak, still ministers… Some silliness that means absolutely nothing… An uncomplicated touch… A pat – or two… A silent “it’s OK” given in the freedom of non-commitment… All elements of a survival dialogue between two minds in harmony.
Observations, reflections, spontaneous and unconnected thoughts… All can be shared without need for explanation… And even if volumes of overstated explanation do ensue… that too is endured generously.
Such is friendship…Thus was our gathering today (if two can constitute a gathering)… Where tenderly and almost imperceptibly we shared the same space but did not take any away from each other… Yes - we are there for one another… No – we don’t have to do or be anything beyond ourselves to make it so.
JohnMichael/ 21 September 1989

3 comments:
What a beautiful sentiment and backgrop for the encounter. That certainly is a house from my fantasy.
It's an incredible thing to have someone that you can just simply "BE" with.
The house, where we enjoyed that lunch, was either removed or closed up (I can't remember which... I only recall sadness that it was not as it had been) the last time that I was in San Antonio, Florida (a small community NorthEast of where I live.) So, as you can see, I went to an assortment of bed and breakfast images and chose one as close as possible to the one where we shared the last lunch that we ever had together. And I made this record of that time together because, as you so well said "It's an incredible thing to have someone that you can just simply "BE" with." I thank you, both, for sharing it with me.
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