Friendship

is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness

Written in one sitting at an upstairs writing desk, looking out over the clear blue sea of the Puget Sound on an equally clear September morning. I had woken early, courtesy of just having returned from Europe, having dreamed of a long conversation with my dear passed-away friend, John O’Donohue; we were laughing and joking, poking fun at one another’s faults and foibles while enjoying our entrance, travelling in the back of a limo, across a magnificent bridge into a great city…