Friends

Sometimes earthquakes throw people into each other's laps and a friendship is formed. Such was the case of the 89 quake that hit the World Series and the city of San Francisco, shaking up Kate so badly that she fled to the Iowa cornfields where it was safe. At least that was the hope, that was the motive, but when she called me and said "Help!" - that was the moment that the falling into laps had arrived, the moment when somehow I managed to give her permission to dance and I discovered the deep soul and brilliance of someone who had been prior to that moment, only an acquaintance. Now she was a sister, folded into my heart in such a way that even chaos, craziness, manic-depression, bipolar - any sort of diagnosis could not override or supersede the baseline truth. While on the surface that was all there, the truth I saw and knew about Kate existed on another level.


What happens when two fiery, cynical, slightly bitter, angry and otherwise good people choose to be friends? Well, it could be pretty short-lived - or it could be that each gives the other truth - a perfect mirror like having a twin. You get to observe and see yourself walking the planet in all your glory and all your pain, heightened to the max - visible in the bright light of truth.