This weekend my best friend, Jenny came to stay with me.
It rained all weekend.
Normally one might think of such a thing as a drag. None of the plans I had mapped out in my head as far as activities were concerned were an option with the weather the way it was.
But when you’re with someone you love so dearly, nothing outside of your time together is of any relevance.
I learned that this weekend.
We baked bread, we made jam, we listened to music and did laundry… and we talked and talked and talked and talked…
It was incredible….and what I realized is that all the plans I had made were wedges I had constructed to insert between her and I. The art of casual conversation and pure relating is something I haven’t made time for since grade school and I felt awkward with it.
After this rainy weekend I see how that is actually the stuff of life. The thoughts and ideas exchanged amongst friends over warm baked bread and hearty vegetable soup is the only thing that matters.