There were tears, hugs, chin-up reminders. And some level of shock. My friend stood by me through thick and thin, headwinds be damned. Sisterhood first. She embodies it. I didn't let myself FEEL the sadness until my yoga teacher used Patty Griffin's song, Heavenly Day, for savasana the next day, during which I let the heartache in ... and the tears out.
In that instant, I had a crystal clear vision of all women truly supporting each other. Following my friend's example.
Seizing each day as heaven sent.
Not pissed. Not threatened. Not blaming. Not proving anything.
How much healing could happen?