Friends

December 20

Sometimes when one wanders a friend or friends share the experience making it a richer moment. With the holiday season descending upon us at great speed, every day sings its own melody. Malls and stores provide background carols that swell my spirits as I scramble to find that perfect gift. After dark the night skies are alive with multi-coloured lights that to me are beacons of joy. Last week I gathered my dear old friend, and I’m not shy at using that term because she is just the right side of 90, and headed off to centre-town to see the light display. We drove around and around not able to get enough of the festooned trees and garlanded gates. Confederation Park is beyond beautiful, its breath taking. “Look here, look there, oh my” were constant utterances. The spirit of the season was imbedded through our eyes.

Then yesterday I got the call. Another dear friend from Arizona, my walking buddy, called to take me on the ‘walk’. Her Christmas present to me was to talk to me while she wandered over our morning hiking ground where she and I have shared our thoughts, our feelings and our hopes. For 30 minutes we chatted. I miss her and since I will not be going south this year, the call was extra special. The best presents do not always come wrapped with a bow.

Not quite wandering, but joyous just the same, I am going to physiotherapy and the results are more than encouraging. I am walking with only a slight limp now and am convinced by next week, I will be wandering with a strong stride. Halleluiah.

For my regular followers I wish you the merriest of seasons with family and friends.