Wednesday, December 30, 2009

My conversation with Ann

I called Ann on Saturday because I had been thinking a lot about her and because I couldn't let the year end without talking to her. She asked how I was doing and I answered her honestly in the moment. "Angry, evil, mean, frustrated."

"Oh, great." She responded, in her soft breathy voice.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Jaha. I love it. See, all the voices in your head deserve a voice." And she meant that. "When you only allow the peaceful voice to speak you are like a painting that's only yellow."

Now that's what I call a friend.

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