I travel to the airport with my best friend, Alan. We talk on and off about the great work he, Glynis, and I have done over the past few days. I express how thrilled I am that he had the opportunity to meet and work with Glynis, since I find her such an inspiration. We talk about our life experiences and how the richness of our lives has helped us to see our work together from three very different and equally informed perspectives. I feel blessed to have been able to work with two of my most cherished friends. We form a strong team, each bringing out the wisdom in the other.
The sun is starting to set, weaving in and out of the clouds, casting a sundog down to the horizon. The clouds shift slowly with a mood of winter loneliness and I try not to think of the months and days that will pass before I may see my friend again. I’m surprised by my willingness and ability to be both centred and present in the moment. Partly the pain of separating, and partly the joy of having been together.
We pass Didsbury and I realize that we are past half way. I want time to slow down, to savour these last few hours before he is off to home. In the airport we find a place to sit and drink sodas until the time comes for him to pass security. One last embrace good bye. I stand and watch him wrestle with security. The boots, the pat down, the reassembling. Wave.
12 dollars to get out of the parkade. I travel quietly down the highway on my way home, painfully aware of the hole in my heart. I think of how lovely it will be to catch up with Terry after he is done with his Whisker Rescue Society meeting. He’s just returned yesterday from a conference and Chicago and I haven’t seen him for four days. The roads are calm and quiet. I call and chat with my friend Corinne on the phone about life and the directions each of us is taking. I think about coming straight to the office and begin to sort my office for the week — to catch up on all that has been put aside as I worked with my consulting team. I think about my friends and how blessed I am to have each of them in my life, no matter how far away they are or how often I get to see them. I look forward to being at work tomorrow.
Terry texts me to say that the meeting is nearly over. I go straight to the house, just in time for a cupcake, and to say hello to Stacey and Pete. The four of us make plans to see one another this weekend, to drink wine and share stories. I’m really happy to be home with Terry to enjoy our home, and one another’s company. Again, I think about how blessed I am.
In the morning I begin to take hold of my work and my office. I assemble shelves most of the day, in between I help the electrician sort out wiring for the new heating system we are installing in the building next door. It’s boring stuff to do, but I know that it will be rewarding once it is done and paid for. I wish January were a little busier. Leslie M and I go buy paint for the store. It is exciting to see the second floor transform with colour. We stop for lunch and have some really good laughs. It’s nice that she too is in my life.
Now and I sit and write this, I think of what this blog may become and hope that people will read it and enjoy it. I hope that there are interesting things to say and insights that might make the world a better place. Over the past couple of days I’ve felt close to so many people. Friends, colleagues, clients, family. I am reminded again tonight of the solitude that we all own by virtue of being alone with ourselves in our own bodies. There is still, an incredible richness of company that can surround us if we stay present in the moment and appreciate that we all have an incredible diversity of fellow travellers in our lives that bring us great joy just by being associated — but only if we allow our hearts to be open.