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be my friend

FRIENDSHIP is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us to see ourselves through another’s eyes, but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn.

A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die.

In the course of the years a close friendship will always reveal the shadow in the other as much as ourselves, to remain friends we must know the other and their difficulties and even their sins and encourage the best in them, not through critique but through addressing the better part of them, the leading creative edge of their incarnation, thus subtly discouraging what makes them smaller, less generous, less of themselves.

Friendship is the great hidden transmuter of all relationship: it can transform a troubled marriage, make honorable a professional rivalry, make sense of heartbreak and unrequited love and become the newly discovered ground for a mature parent-child relationship.

The dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a constant force in human life: a diminishing circle of friends is the first terrible diagnostic of a life in deep trouble: of overwork, of too much emphasis on a professional identity of forgetting who will be there when our armored personalities run into the inevitable natural disasters and vulnerabilities found in even the most ordinary existence…

Friendship transcends disappearance: an enduring friendship goes on after death, the exchange only transmuted by absence, the relationship advancing and maturing in a silent internal conversational way even after one half of the bond has passed on.

But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the self nor of the other, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.


in CONSOLATIONS: The Solace, Nourishment

and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words by David Whyte

What about sin as a means to grace?


We are only ever trying

to meet The One.

Which means,

meeting ourselves.


Every conflict in relationship

between family, friends or lovers

is an invitation:

To feel our feelings more completely.

To connect with ourselves more deeply.

To get clearer about our path.

To breathe.

To find our voice. To speak our truth.

To know who we are.

To discover:

What we want

and do not want.

What is okay

and what is not okay.

(And it’s okay

to be

‘not okay’,


Through the storm of conflict,

we are invited to clarity

and to the truth of our humanness.


We are only ever being shown

the frightened parts of ourselves

still crying out for love!

– Jeff Foster

patience is our closest friend 

the bestie we rarely acknowledge

as the truest ally of our healthiest self 

our one true sister 

we rarely learn to develop a deep and loving relationship with her

not realizing what we’re missing 

patience tells us truth as nothing else can

reveals levels of impatience, insecurity, immaturity and understanding 

within ourselves

As well as inside 

every relationship 

every circumstance 

we encounter 

I want to leave every interaction feeling full

Not drained to the marrow of my soul

I’ve got my own anthem playing here

volume on high

a very personal love song

written just for me 

with extra notes played 


Every time I say ‘no’

my need for silence 

drawn from the beauty 

of listening 

to that score

where I find the glory 

of the burning bush

no shoes allowed

I kiss the ground

In these virtuous moments 

 where I find all the answers to 

my unique ‘yes’




Amy Lloyd

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