Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Present at the Beginning

(Sunrise from outside our window last Saturday morning, August 8)

It is a special thing when someone trusts you with their words.

A blogging friend, someone living within mere miles of my home but who I only know through cyberspace, asked if I would read the beginnings of a memoir she is writing.

We have only been friends (I can say this, I think, because I consider her a friend, I do) for several weeks now. But she is the type of person who I feel like I have known forever.

I was restless tonight, bubbling over with the frustration of things out of my control, of double-standards to the nth degree, and not being able to do anything about it. Anything I blogged tonight would be charbroiled by those frustrated flames. Instead, I settled in here on the couch with the prologue to a manuscript. And read. And cried. (The story I was reading and my frustration both played a role, I think. Moreso the story.)

My friend doesn't know this, but I have always wanted to read a book in progress, and so I have.

I believe in this story, in my friend's ability to tell this story.

Of the promise that comes with the dawn of something new.


Lori said...

I'm intrigued! And how cool that you get to do this!

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful gift your friend has trusted you with. I can't wait to hear more about it. (and I hope you are feeling better soon. hugs.)

Melissa (Betty and Boo's Mommy) said...

Lori and Kristen - thank you both. Things are fine ... just feeling a bit stuck with things professionally. It will, as these things do, work out.