Imbolc Settling Moon II
Friendship, like so much that is truly important, is ordinary. Common. Well-known and documented. Not a surprise at all. Not really. As an idea, that is. But in practice? Friendship is rare, extraordinary, uncommon, little found and infrequently documented. Often a surprise.
Tom Crane dropped by yesterday afternoon, driving a black rented Kia SUV. He looked the same as when I saw him last, the day I dropped him at the Denver International Airport, December 20th. Then, we had driven straight through from Minnesota to Conifer, three dogs sleeping quietly in the back of the Rav4.
I took him on a brief tour of our still being put together new home. He talked with Kate, suffered the dogs to come unto him. We went to Brooks for dinner, a birthday dinner. We both had hamburgers while we spoke of family, of the Woolly Mammoths, his work the next day. Propane related.
He brought me back to Shadow Mountain and then went on to his hotel in the Boulder/Lafayette area. Over the course of our time together in the Woolly Mammoths, some thirty years, we have learned how to be friends, how to listen to each other, to support without invading. It was an ordinary, extraordinary time.