I wasn't adept at making friends as a kid. My family moved around a lot, I was teased mercilessly for being brainy, and my parents weren't especially social so I wasn't inclined to be either. Now I am awed by the transformative power of friendship. Indeed, the support network I'd inadvertenly built in Los Angeles was a major factor in my move here last November. Somehow the universe had conspired to make the city my emotional hub without my even noticing it, and I thank the heavens every day.
A moment of serendipity today anchored me more profoundly in my gratitude. One of the nicest things about living amongst friends is the spontaneity of chance meetings, the building of a physical community on top of my emotional one. This morning I met Ali for coffee at the same spot where Bonnie and Elizabeth happened already to be. We joined forces for two hours of cuddling Elizabeth's daughter Frankie while talking about work, life, love, ribbed-knit tights…the usual burning topics.
What struck me most then—and I've been swimming in it ever since—was the deep well of knowledge at that table. The opportunities that we as friends have to learn from each other, just by doing life together, are astounding. There we were, four women, of four different ages, at four vastly different stages in our journeys, passing a three-month-old girl amongst ourselves. And what I wanted to tell Frankie, what she perhaps could sense me thinking as she chewed on my sleeve, was: "Little one, you are in the presence of Goddesses. Stick with us. We'll teach you everything you need to know."
Tell me: Your friends—do they live close? Far? Are they as indespensible to you as mine are to me?