Today I am grateful for the kindness of friends.
Of late I have been inordinately busy. It has served me well, busy is my antedote to the trials of life. The current ones are condensed into three losses. A friend died, I lost my purse and a friend chose to walk out of my life. Things sometimes come in threes like that.
I'm grateful for the friends who checked in with me. I am sustained by the copious amounts of coffee profferred in front of me. I will never forget the shield maiden who set a whole morning aside in the midst of a key battle in her own life to check in and sooth me and place strawberry and bilberry meranges beside the coffee. I smiled deeply inside when a lemon card was sent to me from a beautiful woman checking out her honeymoon destination to let me know she was thinking of me. Another sent me a St Patrick's Day card in February which read 'Feck the Patriarchy, Brigid Abú.' To the absolute legend of a lady, who very nearly pierced my armour when she caught me in a vicelike Mammy hug and told me to down tools and stop and rest and sleep and texted me later that night to make sure I had, I love that you saw me. And to my sister who visited out of the blue, that was such a lovely surprise.
Thank you all, I have the best friends in the world. You are my tribe.