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!