Simple Moments = Fulfillment

December 30, 2010 by  
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Last night, as I’m getting ready to go to my Yoga class a dear friend of mine calls to invite me for dinner.  I first hesitated as I was planning in eating light – post Christmas’ belly blues – and then watching a movie.  At the end I said yes as I really love this friend.

I had a really nice slow, stretching Yoga time and then drove to her house through the great winds gushing through Los Angeles.  It was almost 9pm when I arrived.  My friend was already in the kitchen preparing our dinner.  She sat me down at the candle lit dinning-table, plopped my favorite cheese in front of me and then handed a glass of Champagne.   As I filled myself up with bread, cheese and Champagne we talked about the changes we want to see happen in our lives in the coming year and about friends and family.

At around 9:30pm my friend served a most fabulous sushi dinner; yellowtail, tuna, fish roe and a salad.  As we ate, drank and talked I was reminded of how little it takes to create a magical moment; a good friend, good food, a glass of Champagne and candles.

So often we are focused in chasing after the big things; a better job, relationship, money, and we either don’t create or don’t appreciate the simple moments which are the foundation of our well-being.

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September 29, 2009 by  
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One of my oldest and closest friends has just spent a week with me.  A film I co-wrote and produced had its premiere on September 24th and my friend flew from Miami, where he now lives, to be with me.

As many of you know, my husband passed away last year and my family lives in Brazil and Italy.  So my friend wanted to make sure someone close to my heart, would be accompanying me to the event.  Of course he also wanted to experience a film premiere but more than anything he wanted to be there for me.

We have known each other since I was sixteen and he eighteen.  We have stayed in touch when I went to live in NY and him in Brussels.  And when I got married and he moved to Paris, when I moved to Los Angeles and him back to Brazil, and when he moved to Miami and I became a widow.

In the week he spent with me I made space for him in my life.  We went to the theatre, to a film studio, to dinner, to Santa Barbara and we talked and laughed.  He carried my purse at the film premiere and he took photos of me.  He brought the heavy water bottle left outside my house by the water company and he came with me while I looked into a possible new car.

When the morning of his leaving came, I was sad and I told him so.  He replied that he understood.  That I have now grown accustomed to taking care of everything on my own but having him around made me start to relax in knowing that there was someone else to share things with.  Then we told one another that no matter what happened in our lives we would continue to be there for each other. We then hugged and kissed.

Friendship goes through many phases in a lifetime but friends chose to be in your life and they are there when you need to share a laugh or a tear.

In this world of massive communication where we are bombarded on a daily basis with information and requests for decisions, it is easy to let go of friends.  What a mistake that would be!  Good friends are for life.  They are a record of who we are and where we’ve been.  And there is nothing lovelier than sharing a laugh with a friend reminiscing over things that have happened long ago.

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

By Emily Bronte 30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 was an English novelist and poet, best remembered for her only novel Wuthering Heights, a classic of English literature.