My Antler Man and I have been fortunate in this long life together that we have shared. We have had, do have, many friends who have graced us in a miracle of ways. Friends who introduced us many moons ago. Friends just recently made. All those friends in between. They are a part of our crazy quilt of life; stitches and cloth, batting and backing – stained with the tears of happiness, growth, sadness and joy.
On Friday night, we had the pleasure of traveling a familiar trail to the home of Cathy and Bill. Vickie and Mike joined in a hearty meal of soups and accompaniments before we all wandered out into the spacious yard and back into Cathy and Bill’s secret circle of warmth. The soft glow of torch lights led our way; an entree of sorts to comfortable conversation and those perfect pauses in between that firelight offers.
This fire pit was seasoned by the many warm fires whose embers have glowed over the years. It was recently enlarged and lovingly groomed to honor Bill’s brother Bob, who often enjoyed the glow of bonfires here before his sad passing. I sat for a bit, thinking, what a fitting way to honor a loved one. We mark our time here on earth. Blessed are those whose memories are held in such significant ways.