Over the last couple of years I've read a lot of women's fiction. The plots of the majority of these books revolve around friendship. At this point, I find I really enjoy reading about the ways in which people bond and how they share the good and the bad in life.In August the bonds of friendship were made more clear than ever to me when two close friends of mine visited us here on the Coast. One of them I hadn't seen in more than two years and yet it felt as though no time at all had gone by. Granted, we've known each other now for, gulp, 28 years, so it really shouldn't come as any surprise. Still, it was wonderful to stand on my in-laws' deck the evening the arrived and sip wine as we watched the kids play in the water and just chat without even really having to think about what to say. The conversation just flowed.The same thing happened again two weeks later when my other friend came to stay. We became friends through a bizarre happenstance related to our shared love of reading and writing historical fiction, but it turned out we already knew each other in passing.I firmly believe that people come into our lives at the times we need them to, that certain people are fated to meet. That first friend and I were also at university together, both met our husbands there and stayed friends when grad school etc took us in different directions. When she and her husband moved back to Ottawa in the mid-90s, we picked up easily and though we didn't see each other all that frequently, we all remained close. At high school we found we had certain things in common (well, except for the fact she was brilliant at math and science and I, well, let's just say we didn't share many classes in the upper grades *g*) and our husbands share a love of machinery and we all love to ski. But it goes deeper than that, in some intangible way. We connect and have shared each others ups and downs over the years.It's much the same with my second friend. Yet she and I had obviously been brought together for a reason - our fathers both died of cancer within six weeks of each other in 2001. We helped each other through that and through several more difficult experiences. Though we often go for more than a year without being physically in each other's company, the connection remains. And so it was two weeks ago. I believe we only stopped talking while we were sleeping *g*.The nature of friendship is one that still mystifies me. I've met people with who, theoretically, I should get along really well, yet that click never quite happens. OTOH, I've become close to others who might seem diametrically opposed to me on the surface, yet underneath we discover a common bond.In the end, I think it goes back to what Anne of Green Gables gushed about so endearingly when she met Diana Barry - kindred spirits. Those with who we feel instantly at home and to who we feel we can confide anything and know it will be safe. I've been blessed in my life with several other kindred spirits than the two mentioned above, most of whom I don't see often enough. Yet I know it doesn't matter, that when we do see each other, we'll pick up exactly where we left off.The same applies to some of you who I've met only through blogland - you've proven to be true kindred spirits, no matter our medium of communication. And I'm so happy we met.Do you too ponder these kinds of intangibles? Or am I just being way too introspective?TeresaCurrently Reading: Flora's Lot by Katie FfordeLink of the Day: Carrie Lofty's Craft page - with a great article on "Picking and Choosing History"
The day didn't start so well (dark, gloomy and rainy), but then I spent time in the library working on my ms AND the sun came out :) I realized while running errands after leaving the library that my mood had lightened considerably. I pondered this for a while and it occurred to me that my doldrums (while somewhat hormonal) also must be connected to the lack of time I've taken recently to work on the final changes to my manuscript. Hopefully I'll get the rest of the changes made next week so I can submit it. In other news, my desktop computer has been resurrected, thanks to Sean. Much of my week has been spent loading software back on and reconnecting various peripherals. My job search also continues, slowly but surely. After so many years working for the family company, it's certainly been interesting getting back into the regular job market.We don't have any exciting plans for the long weekend, especially as Sean actually has to work on Monday. Next week I'm going to blog about friendship - something that has been on my mind for various reasons over the last three weeks or so.How about you? Anything exciting going on?TeresaCurrently Reading: Going Dutch by Katie FfordeAlso Reading: An Infamous Army by Georgette HeyerLink of the Day: London's Lost Tea Gardens
