I was thinking about friends because of my concern for my Lakota friends in South Dakota. I realized that all of my really close friends are really far away. Not through my doing.
As far back as I can remember, my good friends have moved away. One of my best girlfriends in grammar school. Don’t remember where she went to. My first “boyfriend” (or at least the first boy who kissed me when I was maybe 11 yrs old – the next year he moved to New Hampshire, I knew not where. I did find out nearly 30 years later that he was now married and living in Connecticut – that’s a really interesting story of connectedness for another time. My college best friends, who not surprisingly moved to NJ where her family lived. A close friend from when I was teaching in high school moved to the Finger Lake region of NY. My high school best friend who lives in Delaware. A really, really close work friend who moved to South Carolina. The list goes on . . . maybe I found friends in South Dakota so they can move closer instead of farther away? It would be nice.
Actually, this habit of good friends moving away has made me a little hesitant to make really close friends in my middle age. It was a concern when my husband, who was my best friend before we got married, asked me to marry him. But he doesn’t appear to want to go anywhere without me, so I think I’m safe there. But at this point in my life, I’d say I have a lot of good acquaintainces or even casual friends, but no other best friends except my husband. I can’t tell you if that’s good or bad, it’s just the way it is.
I sometimes have wondered if good friends moving far away has been God’s way of keeping me from being too attached to anyone in particular – so that I would never put other things before doing the things He has asked me to do in this world. He would know that material things wouldn’t be a temptation, but caring about people just might be. And He had certainly taken care of me as He promised to. (Please, I don’t think about God as a male; I believe God doesn’t have a gender, but is Spirit; it’s just easier to use He than to worry about all that).
After reading some of my entries, especially about the fog, you might think you understand how God has been good to me. Maybe I should share my spiritual life history with you. Or maybe some of you think saying you have a spiritual life history is a little “out there.” Personally, I don’t care what anyone else thinks – I know it’s all true and happened.
But it’s too hot today to tell such incredible stories. I think my brain is melting. Maybe later tonight. The stories deserve my full attention. In the meantime, I’ll keep making friends at a distance and feeling frustrated when I can’t support them the way they need and I want to. See you later.