Friends. Friends help us celebrate life. Friends help us heal when we need healing. And for me, some dear friends in England have graciously welcomed me into their homes for a whole glorious month to gain perspective and do some visioning about my next steps. Specifically, I have paid for only 1 night of shelter, and even that was reasonably priced and part of a girls getaway. Only a very small number of meals have been eat-out — little more than I’d have eaten out at home. I have done lots of thinking, reading, blogging and work on my business.
But that is not all. That is not all. For free, I have:
…explored the Tate Gallery in Cambridge; I have attended Sunday Services and the contemplative mid-week EvenSongs (just what this soul needed) at this Cathedral, which was more rich in art and faith and intellect and history than I had previously thought possible; I have punted the River Cam after a pub lunch (ok those weren’t quite free, but they weren’t much); I have experienced a little life-behind-the-scenes of a chorister (my friend’s son); I have done my Couch-2-5K runs along this Sea and this Sea and in fields so pastoral with bunnies and wobbly foals and sweet calfs and birds that it might as well have been Narnia; and spent a day swimming and lazing on this wild beach on the one 30C day so far; and gone for a long walk on the Broads after leisurely lattes and toast served with style in the (English) Garden of my hosts.
And all that in addition to the primary blessing of reconnecting, with plenty of time for leisurely conversation, with treasured friends.
Is it apparent how saturated with blessing I feel right now?
Huh. There’s frugality. And then there’s Priceless.
I bet some of you have similarly rich experiences of spending time with friends away from home. Do!