Screwed on Straight



 

I spent the early part of the morning working on some Painted Poetry me and Sandra Lynn had collaborated on over the weekend. Putting the finishing touches to the painted end of her words, while I’m still fiddling around with mine. It’s a habit that has extended through 4 marriages, 7 kids, and God knows how many grandkids. But it’s something we have done together, if for nothing else but our own entertainment and letting go of the secrets that we keep. For a while we had hit a bit of a dry spell, but recently we’ve got the old factory running again at full production. 

Most artist usually keep to themselves, and I am no exception. Sandra is a busy little lady managing a warehouse and being the glue for her expansive family. Our blood runs deep, with a shared passion for music, words, and peace. While I wear the same old curmudgeon armor I have worn for years. But we both have our needs and our desires we have carried since childhood. So we except our fate and do our damnest to give each other the space we need while keeping the peace between ourselves and our respected lives.

For a true friends and compadres have that secret code. Where neither one demands anything of the other than the connection, no matter what remains. That even after weeks of non-contact the conversation picks up right where it left off. And that makes the difference between an acquaintance and a true friend. In my life I have many acquaintances, but very few friends. So count your blessings if you have that one friend that shoots from the hip and offers no bullshit. For those are the ones that keep your head screwed on straight, and have your back even when no one is there.  

#Thoughts #Friendship #Connection #Advice #Trust


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