Friendship
on the Fringe
“The
best of friends stay by your side at your worst, pass no judgment on
you, and still want to hang out with you the next day.” Unknown
After
taxes and the terrible mood that comes from owing money to Uncle Sam,
only friendship could save me. Just as I was getting into my car in
the parking lot of the tax assessor, my friend, Isie, sent a message
saying only, “Want to meet for lunch?” A few hours later, my
friend, Andy, rang my door bell and said, “Let's finish raking the
front yard and cut down those weeds in the back.” My friend, Anna,
called too. I was reminded once again that money is not life; friends
and loved ones make life happy. I may be poor in money, but I am rich
in friends.
That got me thinking about the pack I run with. We are all a little short
of fringe—well, actually, we're on the long side of fringe. We're
purple fringe, with flecks of gold. We are what I would call,
“non-mainstream;” we don't follow the crowd, or lean into
society's norms. We're all independent, concerned, informed, and
bohemian in our lifestyle. My friend, Anna, wears blowy clothes and
scarves, and speaks only Jungian. And, my globe-trotting friend,
Annette, is way at the far end of the fringe. She's more comfortable
in a mud hut in the developing world than in suburban Birmingham.
She's always making labyrinths for people to walk, and doing art with
children who have been through terrible tragedies, in Haiti, in
Bosnia, in Africa, and Lord knows where else. And then, there's
Ellen, who walks around the streets of this city in shoes that have
five toes on them, oblivious to the curious stares she gets. I could
go on, but you get the picture. We're fringe, all right. And we
wouldn't have it any other way.
Do
you ever look at your friends and wonder what they say about you? The
pack we run with reflects who we are like nothing else. My tribe is
always there when I need them—even there when I don't need them.
Either way, and however fruity and nutty, I couldn't do life without
them. Today is a good day to give your friends a call and tell them
how much they mean to you...fringe and all.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
1 comment:
I love that we are fringe friends! Frayed, decorative, of the shawl but not smothered in the middle of it. Thanks for a beautiful rendition of your tribe.....
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