The following link to the You Tube video Transcending: Words on Women from Kelly Corrigan's book The Middle Place has been circling around the e-mail circuit lately. Every time I see it, I cry. If you haven't had the wonderful opportunity to see this video and hear the very gifted author, Kelly, read from her memoir, The Middle Place, please take the time to do it now- and make sure you have kleenex handy.

I am so blessed and fortunate to have many circles of friends who have touched my life. Some of the circles are wide with lots of space between them and some are small and tight. It doesn't matter the size. These circles are made up of my friends, whom I love. We may not be in constant touch with each other or we may talk or see each other every day. It doesn't matter- I know where they are. Age doesn't matter- distance doesn't matter. It doesn't even matter that some of my friends I have not physically met but met and made a connection through blogging. But each and every friend is in my life for a reason and have touched and enriched my life in some way. Whether we share years of memories, or just moments, each friend is special. We cry over losses, laugh outrageously till it hurts over silly things and memories, give pep talks during the down times, share interests, recipes, confidences; achievements, joys and heartaches. Sometimes the friends from my different circles intersect and when that happens, a new circle forms or one gets bigger- how cool is that?!

I am who I am because of my friends- thank you for being there for me!

Cheers to circles of friendships both old and new!

Circles

by Harry Chapin

All my life's a circle;

Sunrise and sundown;

Moon rolls thru the nighttime;

Till the daybreak comes around.

All my life's a circle;

But I can't tell you why;

Season's spinning round again;

The years keep rollin' by.

It seems like I've been here before;

I can't remember when;

But I have this funny feeling;

That we'll all be together again.

straight lines make up my life;

And all my roads have bends;

There's no clear-cut beginnings;

And so far no dead-ends.

I found you a thousand times;

I guess you done the same

But then we lose each other;

It's like a children's game;

As I find you here again;

A thought runs through my mind;

Our love is like a circle;

Let's go 'round one more time.