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friendship is the best

January 31, 2011 10 Comments

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I got back last night from a weekend down in Boston and oh man, the healing that can take place in a few focused days!

It feels amazing to be home– so really good– but oh, how good it felt to get away and get perspective. That is what I needed, for sure.

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I was struggling with the concept of ‘cabin fever’ cause that just wasn’t what it felt like was going on— I played with the concept of loneliness– maybe I’m lonely? I would ask myself– maybe this is what loneliness feels like? But the thing is– I really didn’t feel lonely– I don’t ever actually feel lonely– which, I know, is weird– but you know, whatever. Still, something was amiss and damn if I couldn’t find a word or a name for it.

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But then, I rolled into Rozzy* where my sweet friend Tara had left me her keys under a basket on her porch. Gifts and treats were waiting for me when I got up to the kitchen. Saturday I wandered the city ending the day with an all-out luxury fest of a body scrub followed by a four-handed massage.

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Sunday was Noel’s birthday so we met for brunch at the fabulous West Side Lounge and man, what a gift is friendship. Noel gave me back to myself. Sort of like a Peter Pan kind of thing where I had lost my shadow except in this case, I had lost my perspective on me. That whole friend holding up the mirror so you can see yourself thing– wow. That plus the gorgeous food and capuccino– the strolling through snow-laden streets of Cambridge with a lingering visit to the new Anthropologie store in Harvard Square– and yes.

I am home. Deeply awake. Deeply alive. Deeply connected.
And, damn– if it doesn’t feel so good.

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And before I strap on my snowshoes and disappear into the woods– I wanted to say thank you to YOU for being here, for checking in on me, for listening to my inane ramblings, for the emails you send, for the beautiful cards and notes I receive in the real mail– for all of it. I feel your presence and your support and I want you to know it matters to me, it helps me and I am so glad you are there.

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I hope that YOU have great friends in your life that you can go to, you can call on, who love you up good. Things get difficult for all of us although the challenges may look different– the core difficulty is there– and to have a friend cheering you on, shaking you by the shoulders to get you to look straight into their eyes, to bust a gut laughing as you trot out all your little fears and demons so you can see that, in fact, your fears and demons are hilarious– that, is a blessing on this earth.

May that blessing be showered on you tenfold.

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Bisous, E

*Rozzy = Roslindale

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  1. Voie de Vie says

    January 31, 2011 at 7:00 pm

    It isn't about lonliness, but connection. If one is connected, then it makes no difference if he/she is alone.

    Glad Rozzy and greater Boston gave you what you needed. You've given us more great pics!

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  2. lizardek says

    January 31, 2011 at 9:14 pm

    wait- 4-handed massage? You can't just leave it at that. Sounds heavenly.

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  3. Anonymous says

    January 31, 2011 at 11:18 pm

    Your title says it all. So glad you had an opportunity to be with friends.
    Bridgemor

    P.S. Seems I am back to posting anonymously. Some how my wordpress “credentials” can not be verified.

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  4. Karen D says

    January 31, 2011 at 11:30 pm

    I was thinking the same thing lizardek..4 handed massage?
    What a wonderful trip you had in the wake of Squam Reggies..
    love to you
    Karen aka deldino

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  5. Brandi Marie says

    January 31, 2011 at 11:42 pm

    What a sweet sweet post. And sounds like the perfect little trip. I don't really get lonely either. And I rarely find myself bored. Hmm does that make me self sufficient or just antisocial? But lately, I'm very greatful for a sweet friend who has been giving me plenty of reasons to get out of the house and connect. What a blessing.

    ADORE that last photo (of course).

    Hugs,
    ~Brandi

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  6. scamp (aka Shirley) says

    January 31, 2011 at 11:51 pm

    Hmmmm…I think you may have just correctly diagnosed what I have been thinking were winter doldrums. Must hung up a friend and get out of the house…

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  7. stef says

    February 1, 2011 at 5:58 am

    true that – getting out and spending time with a friend who sees you is a #1 priority!

    xoxox

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  8. Nicola says

    February 1, 2011 at 11:38 am

    Sometimes a day or two out of your normal routine, with a friend who really gets you, can be all it takes to lift your spirits and put you back on your feet again. I find that sometimes spending time with a dear friend just reminds who I really am, when I might have forgotten a little bit. So glad you are feeling rejuvenated. xx

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  9. Anonymous says

    February 1, 2011 at 9:32 pm

    Your sense of gratitude is overwhelming. I can feel it resonate in my bones.

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  10. Megsie says

    February 2, 2011 at 5:54 am

    It is so weird, when I sat down to read tonight I was thinking, “Man, I am so glad Elizabeth started blogging again. I really missed her when she was gone.” And here you are thanking US for reading and connecting with you. Really it is me that is filled with gratitude.

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