I recently finished reading "Truth and Beauty," by Ann Patchett, a riveting memoir of her friendship with Lucy Grealy, author of "Autobiography of a Face". I am in awe of the intensity of this friendship and of the different commitments that each one made to the other.
I’m ashamed to admit that in some sense I take friendships for granted; at least I don’t spend much time thinking about them. So here I am with something new to ponder. For instance, “Truth and Beauty” has me thinking that just because I’m friends with someone doesn’t mean that we each put the same energy or intention into the friendship, or expect the same thing from it.
The friendship between Ann and Lucy was neither silent or simple, nor did they have any solitude when they were together. I’m relieved to say that this isn’t always the case. Thank goodness some of my friendships have the aura of the 3S’s.
I’m ashamed to admit that in some sense I take friendships for granted; at least I don’t spend much time thinking about them. So here I am with something new to ponder. For instance, “Truth and Beauty” has me thinking that just because I’m friends with someone doesn’t mean that we each put the same energy or intention into the friendship, or expect the same thing from it.
The friendship between Ann and Lucy was neither silent or simple, nor did they have any solitude when they were together. I’m relieved to say that this isn’t always the case. Thank goodness some of my friendships have the aura of the 3S’s.