Friendship

The interview below got me thinking about what I want in a friendship.
I’ve not put my conscious mind to it in ages…
Mitchell is by far my best friend and he is also my loverman… and a man…
not that being a man is a negative in my book of friends.
In fact, I’ve been betrayed by far more women than men very.
Only women have betrayed me in business.
Men have disappointed me in business but not betrayed.

Morning write to clear energy, back to topic.  What I want in a friendship…

Humor.  A wicked laugh.
No fear of intimacy.
Willingness to speak up and speak truth.  (Very hard to find.)
Fearlessness, no, but moving past fears, or courage.
Attending to our friendship, and giving as good as I give,
though not necessarily the same way.
Caring enough to clear up misunderstandings.  They happen.
Ability to reflect and a willingness to tell me what’s so about me when needed.
Compassionately, though not necessarily nicely.  She’s not “nice”.
The willingness to get into trouble was when I was younger, and perhaps I have less inclination to that now since trouble usually involved men and a train or a plane,
and I am oh-so-happy Sady-married-lady, but still, a wickedness.
FEW women have that who are not actually dangerous.
Gives more lip service to putting our planet first…
Has a strong spiritual path though not necessarily mine.

The last two are new to me…

Also, I usually have fallen in love with my friends a little when I met them.
Not like falling hard for a lover,
but there is an undeniable attraction that is akin to falling in love.

I have not felt that in forever!

What do you value in friendship?

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hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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9 Responses to Friendship

  1. dweezer19 says:

    Acceptance is the key to me in a real friendship, someone able to see beyond a moment of imperfection to know that even in the not so great moments I am truly doing the best that I can. Its what I try to do for my friends

  2. bikerchick57 says:

    There is nothing better than an intimate, honest, laugh-out-loud, cry together, trustworthy friendship. I have a few and they are always to be cherished. I tend to not always tend to those friendships as I should…not sure if I’m being bad or the rest of life gets in the way. It’s wonderful that your husband is also your friend, but I’m sure you have many other friends that you love, Katie.

    Have you been watching Grace and Frankie on Netflix? It’s hilarious, but I wish they would have more episodes in a season. Those two are a hoot together.

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