keep the old, the old are gold.

Got to catch up with an old friend last night and I was reminded how much I like having old friends.

Getting to stand back and see the trajectory of someones life. Sometimes I think God lets us do this to remind us that we are not isolated in a place, a moment, or a season, we ourselves, are a greater history and collection of our pasts moving forward.  Im grateful for those who are able to see me outside of my present moments, because they have (and I am in awe of this even now) been willing to stand by for so many of my moments and my seasons. And so I- them and they- I,  hold a collection of these moments of one another in our repertoire, of who we are, who we have been, and often knowing more than we  know ourselves, who we will become.

Its been just over a year since I moved to the bay area. I  can hardly believe it. I think of, especially the women in my life who have held me together here. Leaning and holding me up  from far away places around the country. The give and take becoming so intertwined that the leaning can hardly be deciphered from the holding and so it becomes one sustaining force.  Perhaps this is why I am feeling so especially thankful and nostalgic for the longevity of friendships in my life.  Sticking around long enough to see each other through it all.

Old friends, with a supporting cast of strong coffee and good books, my lifeblood this year.