Sunday, March 20, 2011

People touching me....


Ok, when you are sailing on the sea, it is blue all around you, you only hear the schwisch…of the water pushing you forward, and the sails trying to make the best of the wind you offer, and it is only you and you, and then you start missing people, or just start thinking about them and why they are in your life. I once told a friend relationships only last because you two need each other for whatever reason, good or bad….
I was basking in the sun when a new young beautiful friend came to my mind, also sailing the world with her husband of only a year, I know I would love to give her a hug, because she did it… I miss another because he made me feel special when he took out a glass for my wine in the middle of the desert. I miss a women sharing my spiritual experiences, and leaving her and my Sagitairian on a jetty. I miss friends that we made for a while, swinging around the pole on Catlyn, and I miss wrapping ourselves in purple blankets in the early hours of the morning with friends, and I miss doing the leopard crawl with another friend…
I miss my friends who were sharing my dream of sailing, and those who laughed with me for two years and those who laughed at me for even longer…but who arrived at the airport to say good bye even if she was an hour too late, and she cried alone in her car. I miss my friend who is falling in love again, and I miss my friend thinking she is falling out of love, and want to tell her it is okay… I miss my friend who misunderstood me for a while, and only remember our coral pink Vogue stumps in the ash tray, and I miss my friend who is so busy with life… And I miss friends that were my family and never friends…and then we found the friendship in family… and sisterhood in beads… I miss the silly telephone calls with my brother, just knowing when to phone when the other one needed it, and then ending the call laughing and ready to face the world again…
When I lost myself, you were the one saving me with your touch like a mother to help me home again, you are the one scolding me when I don’t tell if I am ok. I miss you…
And I miss the guy with the stump for a thumb, and the hair growing on it, and drinking too much tecquila with him, when he sniffed the salt from the table… I miss all of you!

1 comment:

anriette said...

Verlang elke dag al meer na julle. Geniet die kwaliteit tyd saam as gesin!
Lief julle