Momentarily, a friend will tell me a story. I sit here, a blank canvas, awaiting her words. Where will her words take me? What are the pictures they will create? Will my pictures, my understanding, be like hers? Can they ever be? I wonder what she will tell me, I wonder what she will share.
I find it wonderful to be able to connect with another, to share each other's stories, to listen, to try to take in what each of us says, both verbally and in other ways, and to try to understand life is like from the other side of the table, looking around at a different view. It's an honour to have people share with us. I thank my friend for sharing. I treasure that she did.