As we approached the magnolia tree, the air smelled sweet. Thick with fragrance from the plump white flowers that kissed green waxy leaves. I stood and stared and snapped pictures. The tree, the flowers, the density of the leaves--it all made me really happy after having an extremely tough morning. My friend Erika joined me on my walk today. I try to hit the streets and walk about 2 miles, three times a week. It was fun having company.
We chatted about love, life, and boundaries. How we must build them, even when it's uncomfortable--how to stay sane 101. And we stopped to admire the historical homes that were still, without a doubt, draped in moments and memories from years ago. It was a really great catch-up session.
Sisterhood makes me feel good. For years, I was scared to cultivate relationships with women, for fear of being rejected, judged, discarded, betrayed. I am glad that I outgrew that, and I feel blessed to have a tribe of sisters who get me, who get it.
Erika showed up at my door with a hug and flowers. Man, did I need that. All in all, I needed today. Getting out of the house, talking freely about the shifts and swirls and changes of life, was phenomenal. As an only child, the only sisters I can call on are my friends. The small group of friends that I have is considered family. And most of them are closer to me than people I have known all my life. It's nice to have a circle of women in my life who surround me with goodness and who keep me feeling safe when I need support.