photo friday: friendship
My friend Amber plans to begin hosting a circle of bloggers who will agree to post a photo on Friday (similar to Poetry Wednesday). I’m jumping in and posting a photo today, even though I’m not sure if it’s an officially organized venture just yet. I’m not sure if Photo Friday is intended to have text as well, but I’m so wordy, that I can hardly imagine restraining myself. But for Photo Friday, I’ll give myself permission to be concise.
This is about friendship. We went out for lunch in Georgetown. We sat at a small table. The world was passing by, full of strangers. The little table with two chairs has the potential to become, and in this case did become a biosphere of sorts. Inside the biosphere conditions are the opposite of the world-passing-by, the opposite of harsh. Often conditions in the biosphere are the opposite of childhood, the opposite of feeling invisible, the opposite of phoney, the opposite of all the many places where the self has passed through and was struggling but failing to be born. Somewhere in the conversation the true self is finally–at last!– being born to the world. This is about friendship.