The True Chapters of Life

Friendship

Friendship, what is it?
It’s speaking the truth with another
And accepting each other’s truth as real for them

Friendship, what is it?
It’s exposing our secrets to that person
And they hold them as sacred as if they’re their own

Friendship, what is it?
It’s exposing your wounds to them which they celebrate as an opportunity for more closeness
And they honor your pain as a chance to know you better

Friendship, what is it?
It’s looking at how you have hurt them
And feeling deeply sad that you did
And doing all you can do to help heal them from your hurt
And holding them as they weep

Friendship, what is it?
It’s being imperfectly and authentically human together
And them loving you and you them, despite those imperfections
And somehow each of you falling in love with the other, still

Intimacy

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth.

When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them,

when you can stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me,” that’s intimacy.

Secrets

I think this may be unrealistic, but I’ve wonder if partners can have a relationship, where there are no secrets? I don’t just mean just plain vanilla secrets. I mean two people that lay themselves bare to each other.

They share rogue attractions, hidden hopes, dark desires, shabby needs, selfish wants, even that which disturbs us of the other.  They admit insecurities, uncomfortable inklings, even allow themselves to be confronted on blind spots.  More importantly, they admit to themselves each other, those deepest wounds they carry inside. 

These “secrets” then become the garden of their partnership, where they grow endless fruit of acceptance and love and become better humans from one another.  They tend the garden together. Raking pebbles so they’re seen and understood. Adjusting rocks and decorating them with vines so as to highlight their strengths versus their barriers. Tending around boulders; working with them and accepting them as permanent in the garden.

This garden is a place where each person dares to be vulnerable, not threatened by the other person’s “dark” interiors.   What could be harder to do together then to expose the other to your shadowy interiors, difficult even to admit to ourselves? It’s a radical honesty. But one that could lead to becoming better for the other and growing in deep joy and self-acceptance.

I think we may need to learn how to do this with ourselves. Face our ourselves and we can face others.

 

My Darling Daughter

Nothing can stop the rain from falling
Nothing can stop you from being a women
I can still see the day you were placed in my hands
The same beautiful smile I saw on your face today as you walked from the theatre

But now you are your own person
You walk with a strength and confidence
I never had at your age and
it pleases me so

There is something magnificent about being a girl that is nothing like being a boy
Just know at times it scares me to see you blossom into a beautiful women
Because I know this means I must let you go and let you grow
And let you become the women you are destined to be

But also know I will always be your father and you will always be my precious daughter