I saw this quote in an email this morning:
The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, 1756 – 1791
It brought to mind my circle of dearest friends. A few close at hand and most in other parts of the world. We do
not enjoy a daily cuppa something together. Our exchanges often are matters communicated in ways difficult
to define: through the heart, not technology. These friendships are supported, however, by technology. Most
times, when my phone rings in the other room, I have a sense of who it will be. And because I am connected
to my friends as easily in silence as in words, I am most often correct. I am grateful that my friendships are
fueled by companionable understanding, deep knowing, mutual respect and profound laughter and compassion.
This morning’s mailbox had something far more valuable than a royalty check. A long time friend, with whom
I have not spoken for months, sent me a book of poetry. THE SIMPLE TRUTH by poet Philip Levine. No note.
One was not needed. I know what happened. I know my friend went to this poetry reading and book signing
with a small note in his pocket: “To Mary Anne.” And he waited in line. And while he waited, he smiled
because he was thinking about me. This makes my spirit soar. And the gift itself feeds my soul. Fills my
spiritual bank account.
What fuels your friendships and do they feed you? And conversely, in what ways do you invest in your friends?
