Tuesday, November 19, 2013

My friend, Frida

I have an awesome friend who I call "Frida" and she calls me "Frida" too, in recognition of living our lives out loud, in full colour like Frida Kahlo.

She posted a photo on Facebook of a fabulous t-shirt created by Rachel Awes and I jokingly said I wear a size medium.  And the next thing I know, there was a size medium in my mailbox, gifted to me by Frida.


With a lovely little note.


(Pssssst.  Rachel Awes is now over here.)


All she did was listen and kept her heart open.  And gifted me more than a t-shirt, she gifted me renewed hope that I am heard which is especially B-I-G to me as I pray fervently for Fukushima and the healing and survival of all living things on our earth.  Thank you, friend.

5 comments:

Kim Mailhot said...

Love that! Good Fridas!!!!
Love is what sees us through.
Love and light to you !

dixiebelle said...

Friends, especially good ones that truly care for us, are jewels! I love it that you call each other Frida =)

Roos said...

You are heard.
I hear you.
Even though I'm at the other side of the world.
Loud and clear.
Nothing to worry about.
Sending love!
And keep up the good work ;-)

Sherry Smyth said...

If I was standing beside you -- physically -- because I am always standing beside you in every other way -- I would be hugging you and saying "you look fabulous in that t-shirt Frida". I love it when our hearts connect and we hear each other over all other noise in this world. xoxoxo Frida.

rosaria williams said...

Amazing. Touchingly beautiful.