friendships

I’m sitting in a friend’s living room in Seattle this morning, sipping tea and petting her dog. A long awaited break from my day to day washing over me like the coming rain I can smell in the air. 
I’m weary. 
I knew this. 
But it wasn’t until I got here that it really hit me. 
I’ve been reflecting 
Alot

On my flight here I was overwhelmed with memory of my grandmother. Of the many many times I boarded a flight to Seatac to see her. Of the way I would tell her I was planning a trip and she would excitedly get her calendar out and block off time for us.  
I miss her all the time, but this memory and missing of her was so visceral. Aloft in the clouds i felt as if I was back in time. Traveling once more toward my grandmother’s house and our long chats, and respite. 

The Pacific Northwest has always been a respite for me. I lived here for 5 years as a child and some of my most formative moments were born of that time. 
With my grandmother no longer here (first because she was living in California to be closer to us and then  because she passed away), my friends here in this land of water and trees were my safe asylum.  

These friends are the ones that are easy. The ones I can settle into spaces of conversation or silence together, be authentic with. Stepping out of the responsibilities of my day to day only allows me to connect deeper. 

The salt smells of Puget Sound, the familiar bonds of friendship, the thread of magick that ties us, it has all made space for me not to fall apart but come back together. To rediscover myself. 
The women here are a part of my heart story. And these relationships are medicine for me. 
Medicine I really needed right now. 

These relationships are sacred. Revered. We are not meant to be solitary creatures. Not really. And our relationships are a mirror. 

What parts of yourself are you seeing in the people you surround yourself with?
What is your Sanctuary? Where? Who? 

Sometimes looking into the mirrors of friendships that exist outside of your everyday allow you to remember who you are, who you were and who you are becoming. 

I invite you to ponder who your mirrors are. 
Where your sacred spaces live. 
How often you allow yourself to lay down responsibilities and those daily routines (even for a couple of hours), to rediscover the parts of yourself that might be tucked away or neglected through the mundane machinations of daily life?

Perspective shifts create internal shifts and have potential to open whole new worlds inside of us (or show us ones we forgot existed). 

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