May the Bird of Paradise....

Some years ago we belonged to a different church community and took part in a small study group, taking turns meeting in one another's homes. We'd been part of other groups in the past, and would join more in the future, but this one stands out in my mind as dynamic and cohesive. Something happened when we came together, there was a meeting of the minds, and the old cliche; "You are in a safe place" actually rang true. Well, most of the time any way. There was one ugly clash, and some misunderstanding, but like I said, it was church. Whaddya expect?

We made friends in those meetings. The sorts of friends who are actually family, because years can go by with little contact and they never lose their spot in your heart. They are the sort of people who show up to your brother's funeral without being asked to. They are the sort of people who send utterly breathtaking floral arrangements out of the blue with a simple card that reads; "Thought you might need this today, thinking of you lots".

Me thinks I may have diciphered a closet blog reader or two. Either that, or they are mind readers. Which isn't entirely unlikely, because like I said, that was a group with an unusual sense of connectedness.

I dare you to leave a comment. I know who you are. I know where you live.

And I love you lots. Thank you, your thoughtfulness is ........ exemplary.