friendship

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dreams of – heritage and challenge and change

Thinking about dreams…

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What does it mean when you meet someone in a dream, you learn their name, their job, develop friendship. They are interested in who you are, they look at your writing.

They asked me a question I can’t remember fully – but I know it was a challenge of sorts – “so if you have this Scottish heritage why are you still writing …?” I can’t remember the rest of their question, but I know I countered with “…and the Irish”. We were looking at handwritten text and in the dream I could read it – but have no idea now what was written.

We sit looking at the dark sky filled with multiple crescent moons and stars and I say, “on nights like this I can’t imagine there being anywhere better – but maybe its time to leave…” and we agree to move away.

It really is like living another life…

Thoughts:

  • heritage
  • challenge
  • change

 

 

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the listener

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she listens
reassures
sitting quietly
feet floored
being present
giving space
giving time
waiting for the words to circle
find their place
tell their story

she listens
she waits
sees through the confusion
and the pain
asks questions
offers thoughts
that draw me forward
and bring me home

she listens
and I am heard
every word she allows
to float around her
gives me strength
every word she hears
rebuilds me

by being heard
these words
are given weight and value
and as they settle
they are reformed
and rearranged

a story told
a new understanding

she listens
and I hear myself
in her silence

© Claire Griffin 2016

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milk strawberry

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“MILK STRAWBERRY”
pink and brown
and sweet

a gift from a friend
“celebrate memories” you say
and I do now

I remember the sweetness of first love
I remember the pink blush
of embarrassment, of excitement
of tongues and lips and other bits
I remember the warm brown skin
from lying together in the sun
the brown of the wooden walls
brown hair falls forward
brown tiger’s eye falls forward

and milk
straight from the glass bottle
passed from hand to hand
white and cold and wet
all we ever needed to recover

© Claire Griffin 2016

(With thanks for thinking of me and for your friendship – you know who you are ♥)
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friends

Friends are to be treasured. They have chosen to be with us. They know our secrets, our stories, our dreams and disappointments. They have this personal knowledge of us, and they do little with it except to simply hold it, to help us hold it. We hold each others stories, our histories.

In sharing ourselves with another we are not spread thin, we become deeper, more complex. Other eyes and other minds help create us in their own thoughts and in ours – an act of co-creation. We are reflected in their eyes, our existence is affirmed.

They know enough to anticipate when we might need support, or to be there when we call. They hold us when we cry, they challenge us to be brave. We laugh, we dance, we cry, we talk. We celebrate each other.

Through our friends we exist in time and space that is more than our own singular experience. We are richer because of them, and when we are no longer here, we live on within them.

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© Claire Griffin 2016