Currie's Gratitude 11 December 2013

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.  [Octavia Butler]

Sometimes… it is an intriguing little prompt, eh?! This is where I started this morning. Sometimes… And oh what I learned that I hadn’t known BEcause sometimes I simply DO NOT see myself until I take a step aside and let the words dance.

I have few friends yet I am rich in friendship. I have always had people who made me smile just to think of them. For whatever reason, or none at all, I have lived a largely solitary Life. Even my closest relationships have great seas of time and space and quiet in them.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. [Agatha Christie]

Such a true thing, don’t you think so?! It is so devastating to BE alive sometimes. Sometimes there is simply too much Life to Life. But oh my… It is far better than the alternative.

This is what I’m thinking…

                            

I love you, Currie