Saw this at Goose Spit a couple of nights back.
I just had to take a picture. I call it, “Pick up Truck and Hug.”
I’m travelling home tomorrow. Back to reality, carrying much to process. I learned so much about writing, blogging and tweeting from my friend and my head is bursting with must-dos and must-reads.
This picture was a beautiful fluke. It makes me think about friendship.
I remember when my daughters were little and they wanted to play with their friends.
Three girls together seldom worked —somebody always got left out.
But these young women in the back of this red pick up truck were giggling and hugging and smiling. Not a care in the world. It was beautiful to watch. I walked past them and immediately circled back. I asked if I could take the shot and volunteered to take a picture on their camera, after explaining how beautiful it looked from the back.
Definitely brought me back to days gone by. Three girls in a friendship takes work. It can be messy.
Friendship is messy, isn’t it? Love is simple but not simplistic.
I like this quote from Charles De Lint.
The beginning of a friendship, the fact that two people out of thousands around them can meet and connect and become friends seems like a kind of magic to me. But maintaining a friendship requires work. I don’t mean that as a bad thing. Good art requires work as well.
Friendship is so much easier when you’re child. I remember moving to a new school when I was in elementary school and a girl walked up to me at recess.
“Do you want to be my friend?”
I smiled and quickly replied, “Yes” — she grabbed my hand and began to skip…so I skipped with her. Suzanne was my friend for years until she moved to the States. Eventually, we lost contact but I certainly have wonderful memories of those giggly days.
Friendships get more complicated as adults because we become wounded and guarded.
Love doesn’t change but we do.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 1 Corinthians 13.4-7