to friendship

last night, p came and stayed over. somehow, the middle of the week allowed for hours of endless conversation and much internal fulfillment. overflowing with gratitude for the world begins to become boring after a while, 'tis true.

i also realize how slow and old my brain has become, though. i feel like it will take me a few days to unpack the insights gained from the reflections we shared, to be able to sift out the lessons learned that i would benefit from incorporating into my life, and to be able to be justly grateful for these insights and lessons :). thank god for interactions/exchanges such as these, that teach in ways that are infinitely gentle and kind. thank god for friends. and thank god for p :). here's to friendship (and to you), in the words of gibran:

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.