Thank You India

I have a friend, who - every time, without fail - gets me to cry when we finally connect via phone date. This is every few months. Ingrid Joy. She somehow strips bare my soul and I become completely spontaneously vulnerable in a matter of minutes... well, hours really. The gnawing fears/hurts/hopes I ignore sheepishly reveal themselves when she gets me talking. And she picks up on the subtext like few people I've met. She gets to the footnotes that are usually left out of conversations. But real understanding requires footnotes. And history. She knows my history. And reminds me of it wAy more than I care to do myself. She's a diary I can return to, to figure out why I feel the way I do now BASED on what I did and thought back then. Though she's a photographer, I see her being a therapist one day. In her 50's maybe. I am so content right now, so grateful, for having shared a real encounter with another human being. There is nothing better. Thank you, if you are reading this and have given me that gift at one time or another - maybe many times and another. I am so grateful for it. And tonight, thank-you Ingrid Joy.