It’s windy out there tonight. I can hear the rattling of the blinds as the wind whips in, rustling them, causing a banging on the window frame. I may have to shut the window, but maybe I’ll put up with it, I love the cool desert night air. And I love the sound of the wind, whipping by outside. Whistling, then howling, then still. It is a symphony.
It’s after 11:00 in Vegas. It was warm today, 79 and blue sky. I wore shorts and a t-shirt, had on my slide shoes and had to squint when I was out driving around. I think the people who live here think it’s still sort of cold. They are used to the heat. My body doesn’t expect it until June. I live in the Midwest after all.
I’m missing my honey and don’t much like being so far away from her, but am glad I came. Friends like these are gifts.
It’s amazing how people can be so different, and yet have so much love for each other. I was a bit nervous about coming. Not sure how, after all these years, we would get on. Hoping it would be the same, wondering if all of life’s ups and downs might have changed us all somehow, made us different people. Those ups and downs have changed us, all of us, but who we are, and have always been, to and for each other remains. Distance and time haven’t altered that. Thank god.
I am blessed to have these people in my life. And with them, as I always have felt, I am home. We’ve been in each others lives for so long there’s a comfort and certainty that is reassuring and magical. There’s a peace that happens not brought by any one of us, but made by our presence together. Deep love and understanding resides there.
We may be different, see the world differently, but we understand each other and know, always, that there’s a love and a respect and a kindness there.
My wish for the world is that people would feel this sort of kinship in their lives. I’ve been lucky enough to feel this with several people throughout the course of my life. Spectacular people, each and every one.
This tapestry of lovely humanness is overwhelming, and as I sit here, the blind still banging on the sill, I feel an incredible sense of humble gratitude for how fortunate I am, for how full my life is of beautiful people, and for the sounds of the wind, right outside the window.