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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
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Prompt:
“True friendship resists time, distance, and silence.”
Isabel Allende
In your opinion, what is true friendship?
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I really cannot tell how a true friendship starts. In relation to my true friendship, especially the one I have with my cousin, which is still going on while we are both in our eighties, plus those good friendships I've noticed among other people, I came to understand that a personal pick on values and likes and dislikes has nothing to do with it. Possibly because two people are thrown together by fate and they ended up liking each other and kept up their communication throughout a lifetime.
That true friend for life need not be a family member, however. My younger son's truest friend was our neighbor's son across the street. Both kids were in diapers when they first began to like each other. Over the years, their lives took different turns and they live in two different states, now. To this day, fifty years later, they are best friends.
So, I'm guessing that the foundation of a strong friendship has to be based upon respect and appreciation that go both ways. This means accepting the other person for who they are, flaws and all, and valuing them. When such an acceptance happens, trust steps in as the backbone of the relationship, carrying with it honesty and unconditional support. For example, my cousin won't blink an eye before telling me where I've gone wrong, but she'll also support me in my decisions and will help me when I need help. We both cheer each other on with whatever we each do, celebrating our triumphs, and offering a good ear and heartfelt advice during setbacks.
In any case, a true friendship that lasts a lifetime values quality of a good connection over the numerous quantities of other flimsy connections.
Then, also, there may be something else that our eyes and minds miss. I call it fate. Others may call it something else, maybe a quantum something. I sometimes wonder if that extra stuff has anything to do with a yet-unknown micro-emotional-wave or something similar. I don't exactly know. Whatever it is, it is complex, but it is there, because I can sense it is there. And I for one, am very grateful for its existence.
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