For the days when you're grateful for the abundance of rich friendship and for the days

where you question if you have any friends at all.

For the Tuesday morning texts and the Friday night toasts.

From the carpools to the pool halls to the hallways of our lives, from the sidelines to the

bedside and to the grave side too.

What a gift.

What a burden to be in community with people.

How rich, how complicated life is because of them.

Isn't only one thing, one note or one song.

It's a seasonal symphony that ebbs and flows.

It's birthed.

It breathes.

And sometimes it dies.

Here's a blessing for all kinds of friendship and all kinds of friends.

For the friendship that's like water.

Falling from the sky and spout and spick it.

Not careful or stingy, but generous to cover everything in equal measure.

Soaking us down to the roots.

Offering nourishment and life and cleansing laughter and joy.

For the friendship like the forest, shady and staple.

Never seeking the spotlight, a cool respite from the heat.

These friends are trees that whisper through their roots in the dark soil beneath our

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