Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take “everyone on Earth” to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I’ve been thinking about my some of my girlfriends and how fortunate I am to have them in my life. These women are like sisters to me. I don’t see them very often now because they don’t live on this island. We’re scattered all over and I miss being able to get together with them.
My sisters mean the world to me. They aren’t just fair weather friends. Instead they are women who had an awareness of my problems and willingly stayed with me through some of my darkest days. They watched me fall down, helped me get up and then gave me a hug. They were my cheerleaders, my teachers. They helped me regain my self esteem, to know it really was none of my business what other people thought of me and to move forward with confidence. Through them I realized was not a victim and that I could do anything I put my mind to. While others walked away these women didn’t. I truly cherish them and hold them close to my heart.
These days we don’t communicate as often as I’d like. We all seem to have “busy” lives and time just gets away. This last Sunday I really meant to make a call. First of all it was too early. Then I got involved in a project. I thought about it a couple of times while I was working but put it off and then it slipped my mind. While I was rushing to get dinner together before “The Amazing Race” started I remembered again. By then it was later than I thought because I had become obsessed with my undertaking. I had gotten “busy” and needless to say the call didn’t get made.
I lay in bed Sunday night and kept thinking about not making that call; realizing how I need to stay more in touch with my sisters. I rely upon them when I need advise or a good laugh. I want to hear about what they’re doing; how their children and grandkids are. I want to listen when they need to talk. Communication by phone is not like sitting on the beach or going out to dinner together but it’s better than not communicating at all. Old friendships don’t go away but people do. Most of us are 60+ and I want to keep our Sisterhood alive and well before we decided to start leaving. I’d hate to think I didn’t make that last call because I was too “busy”.