I have a friend who is struggling. He’s close to rock bottom but he still takes time out of his life to send me pictures of the places he is. Sometimes it is some view from a garage roof, sometimes it is the Gulf. Yesterday it was this little bird.
I can’t help him. I can’t save him. The hardest thing about friendship is allowing myself to be a friend and not a savior. Not easy. Not for me, I’m a fixer. Funny. A fixer and can’t fix myself.
Still it humbles me to think that he is out there struggling but still takes the time to ask how I am doing and send me pictures. They are always perfect. Even when it is a little brown bird.
Or midnight Marigolds.
He may find his way out of this. He may not. Either way I’ll hold his hand until it is time for me to let go of it. Not a popular opinion or belief. Meeting people where they are and accepting their choices in life is all I can offer.
So here is a little bird.