Last weekend was the marriage of my best friend and soul sister. I'm shedding a tear even now as I write this. All week I've been thinking I must blog about how profound the experience was for me. It's like the event itself and the lead up awakened me to the sheer preciousness of my longstanding girlfriends and how over so many years I have taken this for granted. A few were there from my school days and one very lovely ex flatmate who said the kindest words to me about how I had touched her life, quite unexpected.
If you stop and think for a minute how many years you have known some of your friends, I think most of you, like me will have at least one or two that go back to childhood. Isn't that amazing. I'm nearly 35 and these girls have stood by me since age 8-10, phenomenal. So this piece of writing is dedicated to all the oldest and dearest friends out there. The ones that stay solid no matter what you do or where you move to.
I'm becoming more and more conscious of the importance of each day that I live on earth and how amazing it is to be here at this time. I am blessed to live in a country where freedom exists like it hasn't done before. I can choose to do and be whoever I want under divine guidance and know that this is alright. What a blessing. My friends have witnessed my life from the days of red socks and pony tails, to renting my first home and changing careers and I have witnessed theirs. No judging, not from any of them, just tenderness and love no matter what.
As my darling Laura attempted to dance to the final wedding song in her elaborate gown she turned to me and mouthed the words "We've come so far, and we've reached so high, and we've looked each day and night in the eye and we're still so young and we hope for more", and she brought to a close the most remarkable day. Yes we were late for the church, it poured with rain as soon as we left the ceremony and the photographer was certainly an interesting character, but isn't that what makes the most perfect of days? We are perfect in our imperfections, we are a chaotic mass of energy whizzing and whirring and clashing and blending with each other; but sometimes, just sometimes, it's like the universe holds a sacred space of bliss for us and it certainly did that precious day.