Posted by Steve on October 15, 2001 at 22:37:18:
In Reply to: i love this post posted by giveawayboy on October 13, 2001 at 18:08:13:
: Yes John, I agree. Steve is this kind of person. He is someone who amidst the business of a MARTHA day or the contentment of a MARY day will once in awhile stumble across a precious jewel. He treasures those moments. As soon as something is experienced by Steve--as soon as something really touches him--he remembers it in such a profound way that it becomes autocommunicative. Many can attest to this.
: Peace, Bill
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: : i also love this post because there is something that is just plain good in steve's heart when it comes to his friends. i can't really begin to describe it, i just know that when steve treasures another person it is like he is looking at something beyond the person, into the depths of some blue within blue deep within deep water lying in some dark lake that when you stare into it you finally find stars at the bottom and you are somewhere else, somewhere you didn't think you were, somewhere beyond where you started. perhaps it is as simple as, when steve considers friendship he is considering the mystery that is grace. or something. like i said its hard to explain. but i always get this feeling like i get sometimes in the darkness that is christmas. the dark cold winter night framing the magical christmas tree kind of darkness. i feel like i could lay back into it and discover all the wild things in my heart, in the heart of the universe, in the bosom of God. there is a place i am led to that is good, even if for a brief moment, and in that moment i know that there is a thing called Love and also that there is a thing called Eternity and it is all very wonderful and i am glad to be alive.
: : thank you Steve. you bring much more than your share of magic into this world and i am very glad to have been around you to experience it.
I find it hard to respond to these posts. I have been a bit demoralized the last year or so, feeling like some of the things I remember that were real and beautiful and powerful might have just been a wonderful dream, the kind that hangs on a little while after you wake. If at first the memory makes the day a bit magical, at the last it ushers in depression when reality again tightens the restraints. I guess whatever it is that I hoped was real about me has of late seemed largely invalidated, or maybe just non-validated. Your words heal me. I am in your debt.
The nature of friendship? To do what you have done.