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What Friends Are For

 

While getting out of my go-go-go routine and then collapse into exhaustion as I look at the world with severe disappointment and sadness…. I saw the music of my soul, IlyAIMY play, with Wicked Sycamore. And in that evening, I remembered why I’m still breathing.

 

I’ve connected with Michelle Murray and will be taking pictures for her. I had the honor of spending time having deep and meaningful conversations with Daryl Davis. I am in beautiful awe of this entire night, and it was so much more needed than I thought.
 

Quite literally, nearly everything good about my life since I broke up with John, has come from Baltimore and the surrounding areas. And the guideposts of goodness who serve as bumpers on my bowling alley of life, aka my beloved friends and colleagues, and family members.. they’ve helped keep me aligned with what I want for my life.
I can’t really name what I want, but understand that which I don’t want. It’s why I moved to Baltimore.</p>
As I listened to Daryl’s stories, perspectives, beliefs, I felt something akin to the first time I stepped foot onto the grounds of the Refuge. I felt alive. Infused with hope. And somehow inspired by the sense of being seen. Those who go deep, those are my people. I was not built for superficiality. And now, I feel revitalized, and redirected. And it’s fantastic.

I will always be grateful for the blessings of all things relating to IlyAIMY, Willow and Rain and the Refuge, my Father, and Robin. I will always be grateful for my people from places and times past, who continue to show me they still see ME, and still love me for ME. Warts and all. Thank you for your unconditional love.

 

I must summarize it as such because there are just so many people to name. And I thank you all.
I believe my Mother would be so proud of the life I’m building, the demons I’m fighting, the habits I’m working on, and my dedication to my mental health. And after last night, I believe she is with me still.