“Listen to Your Art”
In April I said goodbye to my friend of 25+ years – she left earth exhausted and without words.
The last 7 months I’ve heard and seen the realities of grief – of my own, of those who also love my friend, and of those who have lost a love I didn’t know but have shared their grief with me – Grief and reconciliation and the need for healing are rampant in our world.
Less than a month ago, my daughter asked if I’d travel to Amsterdam with her since no one else had the same work time-off. I texted my German penpal, asking if she’d meet us there, too.
An ocean away yet my penpal responded within minutes, “I’m in.”
Today I went all over Amsterdam with my daughter and lifelong penpal – we went to the Banksy exhibit @mocomuseum , and later in the day, I biked Amsterdam’s streets with my daughter who I taught how to ride a bike; chasing her down a golf course fairway holding onto her bicycle seat, yelling, pedal! go! and with my penpal who as children, we were introduced by our parents – a gazillion letters ago –
Life is fleeting yet friendship is like the light that decided to show up on this #Banksy work of art right while I was taking a closer look –
Present yet sometimes flickering and sometimes seemingly out of reach – True friendship is a two-party contract that stands up to the tests of time; showing up when least expected and in ways, more moving than I, pre-grief, could’ve imagined “I’m in and here to stay. I’m tucked safely within you; securely fastened within your heart right exactly where the real magic lives.”
And listen here – pinkie swear –
We’re taking care of each other’s hearts and art forevermore.
I know deep within my heart that she would’ve liked this if she were alive to “like” my art.
I was listening then, and I’m listening now.
That has not changed.