Forever Loved

In these fast-moving times, when friends appear and disappear like koi rising to the surface of a pond and then sinking again, when connections are made and then dissolve with sometimes heartbreaking speed, how can we know where to trust, where to put down roots, where to safely tell our stories and speak our secrets? I believe it has to do with a seventh sense, a hidden resonance, a field phenomenon. When there is a true connection, when there is an authentic meeting of hearts, something happens that transcends the limitations of words. There is a force at work which eludes description, but it is felt. It is realer than real. It functions in an almost hyper-reality. It blows in with hurricane force and you know your life will never be the same, and you have no choice but to ride the wind. You might call it “the reality beyond words.” A great architect once wrote that “Architecture is the spaces in between.” Perhaps our truest and most trusted friendships are the ones where we discover this sudden, transforming fullness, this luminous nothingness, this overwhelming calm. The very emptiness and wordlessness of these spaces fill us with ethereal joy. We enter into a sanctuary, a stillness, a celebration of the soul. And we know that in this friendship, we will feel forever free, forever loved and safe, forever at home.