Freckled Toe

I just had an amazing conversation.  Today, when there is such a sense of disconnect, such a sense of detachement in everyday life, truthful, revealing conversations are rare.  I am beyond fortunate in my circle of friends.  They challenge, inspire, amaze, and confound me.  They also allow me opportunity to grow.  Today, words and ideas that have been hiding and seeking in my brain were allowed free expression by the generosity of a friend’s time and interest.  He didn’t shush me when the conversation went off topic; in fact, he encouraged and supported my blunderings and musings.  I feel settled in a change that has been taking place over the last few years.  Hope was something I used to scorn.  I don’t want to scorn it anymore.  I am responsible for how I live my life — all its glories and sorrows, all its opportunities and difficulties — they are mine to experience in a manner that creates meaning for me.  I embrace hope now as the ability to see the possibility in every action.  It’s an exhausting responsibility, it’s work, it’s life…my life.  Thank you, dearest friends, for helping me live it.