Don’t you love the word, “companions”? I suspect that ultimately our experience of the world is meant to be alone, one-on-one with our sense of the sacred. Still, there is that pull for connection, and most of my happiest moments were in the company of a friend. That amazing rainbow you both spot at the same moment, the shared joke. Most of my friendships have formed purely by chance, but my son doesn’t do it that way. When he is in a situation he’ll stay off by himself until he spots someone he thinks would be compatible, and then he moves forward and offers friendship. He is mindful of his friendships, too, making sure to spend time with each, paying attention, bringing them together and weaving them into a group. I don’t know how he knew to do that but it inspires me.
Anyway, that is what was on my mind as I painted this little corner of my garden. There’s the pot that doesn’t have its annual dose of nasturtiums yet. And the spirea shrub that started out as part of a hedge and for some reason died back to this shadow of itself. This dying back left a gap that (naturally) I had to fill. So in went the lamb’s ear because it is fuzzy, and the sedum because I thought it was pretty and the mint because I like how it sprawls late in the season. And quite by accident, there was an assembly that looked sweet together, I thought. Like many chance friendships, you should see them now! All stems and seedheads, all straining away from each other. And that reminds me of me and my friend D., who is following her dream to live in Florida. And my other friend who followed her dream to California. I don’t know yet where my dream will take me. I always thought it would take me to California, but since the houses I always saw myself living in go for millions, perhaps not. Anyway, hopefully my friends and I can keep in touch. And perhaps I’ll be watching, waiting for a new companion to share the journey.