“An odd bouquet”
9/7/07, 7:15 AM
When you start making friends again in a new place, it is nice to have friends. But you also make friends who make you crazy in the head. Making friends is not what you think it is (you select out the people you want to be friends with). Making friends is actually like lowering a net into the water, whoever swims into your net is your friend. It’s actually a peculiar mélange who you wind up with as friends. And then once you are their friend, you get to discover their attributes. You get to discover the experiences they bring into your life.
Some turn into a pearl without price. Altho appearances are deceiving, they don’t look like pearls without price. Some have a lot to offer you in all kinds of unexpected ways. And one is a pill, every contact you have with her is like the rug being pulled out from under you. But the intimacy of friendship is there with all of them.
They are the small bouquet of what turned into your Tucson friends. They range from the pearl without price, the one who helps you when you are totally desperate. And who does it with zero drama zero fanfare, total nonchalance, as if it is a big nothing. So it’s as if you call him while you were lying there bleeding on the carpet at wit’s end and say “come over help.” And he said “I’ll be right over, do you have maple syrup, I am making french toast for my mom?” And with perfect nonchalance he arrives in one minute, restores you to perfect being and happiness, and he says “thanks for the maple syrup I will return it to you.” And you say “keep it, you just saved my life.” He doesn’t realize he just saved my life, which is the beauty of it all. And the favor took so little effort from him, which is the beauty of it all. And you are so smiling and happy, and saying “this is real maple syrup, from Trader Joe’s, I never even opened it.” Anyone who can save your life and turn your biggest emergences into loan or gift of maple syrup is pearl without price.
And then I guess in your bouquet is the pretty yellow flowered ragweed, which you are totally allergic to, where the least nothing little encounter always upsets your applecart.
I wonder if this is what is like for everyone. We each have a pearl without price in our life, and we each have a pain in the neck in our life. They just come in the net together when we open up our net, and never find out what walked into our net till later.
Some turn into a pearl without price. Altho appearances are deceiving, they don’t look like pearls without price. Some have a lot to offer you in all kinds of unexpected ways. And one is a pill, every contact you have with her is like the rug being pulled out from under you. But the intimacy of friendship is there with all of them.
They are the small bouquet of what turned into your Tucson friends. They range from the pearl without price, the one who helps you when you are totally desperate. And who does it with zero drama zero fanfare, total nonchalance, as if it is a big nothing. So it’s as if you call him while you were lying there bleeding on the carpet at wit’s end and say “come over help.” And he said “I’ll be right over, do you have maple syrup, I am making french toast for my mom?” And with perfect nonchalance he arrives in one minute, restores you to perfect being and happiness, and he says “thanks for the maple syrup I will return it to you.” And you say “keep it, you just saved my life.” He doesn’t realize he just saved my life, which is the beauty of it all. And the favor took so little effort from him, which is the beauty of it all. And you are so smiling and happy, and saying “this is real maple syrup, from Trader Joe’s, I never even opened it.” Anyone who can save your life and turn your biggest emergences into loan or gift of maple syrup is pearl without price.
And then I guess in your bouquet is the pretty yellow flowered ragweed, which you are totally allergic to, where the least nothing little encounter always upsets your applecart.
I wonder if this is what is like for everyone. We each have a pearl without price in our life, and we each have a pain in the neck in our life. They just come in the net together when we open up our net, and never find out what walked into our net till later.
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