"...start sharing: whatsoever you have, share it. Share your beauty, share your song, share your life..." -Osho
My dear Marjolaine. The First Frenchie I Ever Loved. Watching you in the context of the home you have built has been such a joy for me. Every now and then I catch a glimpse of you, talking with your friends and loved ones in one of your three languages and I am filled with happiness.
I always remembered you as a strong, beautiful woman with intelligent ideas and interesting points of view. You taught me so much- how to make guacamole, how to swear in french, how to find a smile when there was very little in my sight to smile about.
You were always so patient with me, always so kind. You opened to me a whole new world of thought, of love, of life. My passionate hippie, my Quebecois beauty. I have always felt so honored to be your friend.
When I travelled to Montreal, you were there, too, teaching me your culture, helping me with your language. You protected me like a mother and loved me like a sister, never making me feel like I was a burden to you.
Over the years in between we both have climbed a few mountains. Our feet are blistered with the long walk we each have taken. It amazes me how similar our stories are, and yet how utterly different, too. Through your eyes I have seen a new grace for my mistakes, and I hope beyond hope that I have helped you to do the same.
As always, your generous hospitality and your light spirit have washed me and warmed me while I have lived in your tropical home. I am amazed by the beautiful bamboo creations that your fingers have spun. But everything is made beautiful by your touch. The bracelets that you make, all of the furniture and paintings and lovely lamp shades of your home. Your friendships. Your loves. All is touched and made better by your presence.
And I am so very happy that you are so very happy. That you are in love with a very good man who is so obviously in love with you. That you have such a beautiful home that you have helped to build. That there are people who care for you and enjoy you around your table, and that you may be the welcome to multitudes of weary travellers who come through your door.
You are walking a life fulfilled, and it is a testament to listening to the heart and following your own spirit. I am blessed to be a witness, and I am grateful that you call me friend.
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