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Beauty amongst concrete

We have some special friends who have deserted us to go and live in New York. This is great for them but not so great for us. They have been gone now for just over a year.

I miss them a lot.

I have never been to New York yet I have a ‘picture’ of what I imagine New York to look like and be like. I have been exposed to New York for most of my life through the images and descriptions provided by television programmes, movies, books, magazines, advertisements, newspapers, people, and now the Internet. This distant place seems somehow familiar whilst in reality I cannot possibly know what it is really like to be in New York, let alone live there.

In a recent email my friend sent me an image of a small garden she walks past every day on her way to work.

Small garden growing amongst the concrete pavements of New York

As I looked at this image I could immediately see my friend walking the streets of New York as though I was there beside her.

She would be breathing in everything that was going on around her. She would notice lots of details. She would be looking at the buildings, the people, and the synergies of everything that was happening at that moment in time.

I can almost see her face when she spotted this garden for the first time.

“This is so beautiful. What a find! A real treasure,” she thought.

She would be excited to tell others about this garden. She would want them to share her joy at finding it.

She would look at this garden every day and notice the slightest change. I can imagine her getting excited when a new flower bloomed. She would love the colour and be energised by it. She would be measuring time by what was happening to this wee ray of sunshine amongst the grey concrete that surrounds it.

This small garden typifies my friend. No matter what the situation she would find the crack and manage to squeeze her way through it and grow. In the process she would bring something to those around her and give unconditionally. She listens, encourages, motivates, and believes in you. This is what I treasure about her. I have learnt so much from her.

I feel so lucky to have her as my friend.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Kahlil Gibran

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