It is seldom the big events of life that stick with me, but
the small miracles and little celebrations that prove to be my life’s defining
moments.
We have all walked together the past few years passing
through unspeakable tragedies and remarkable successes. Last night was like coming home to welcoming
arms!
Recently our friend had to move from her home she had loved
and lived in for 17 years. While she was
there, she had shared the ownership with a special few, when she invited us to come paint her fence and celebrate the
creation of a new garden. She is warm,
loving, talented, supportive, honest, open, vulnerable and strong all wrapped
up in a singular spectacular package.
She had to give up her little home and magnificent garden to
make major life course corrections, and moved into a small apartment, bestowing on those that loved her, all of the treasures of that wonderful little
garden that she could not take with her to the small gardenless apartment. Her, bells, candles, plants, and precious
ceramics all found new homes in each of our separate gardens and the memory of
that special night that we painted her fence stayed alive in our hearts and
imaginations.
It seemed so right that all of those garden gifts she shared
with each of us return home to her as she begins this new part of her life in
her brand new home with a brand new garden.
And, so they did.
I am reminded how
lucky I am to have these extraordinary women to laugh with, grieve with, cry
and celebrate life with.
Welcome home Elle, welcome home!
