Some people make friends easily and then move on. Others of us are more reserved. We share our spirits and something of our essence in friendships, and if a friendship ends abruptly with no explanation (you know who you are!) it causes pain and grief. One of the hardest life lessons for me has been to learn which friendships are like flowers, to be flitted up to and visited for their sweetness, and which are like nests, containing the tiny, priceless eggs of the future.
One thing I am discovering here is that the people who have plucked themselves up by the roots and transplanted themselves are people of courage, imagination, and curiosity. I am delighted to have made some new women friends here who awe me with their insight, wisdom, experience, and joy in life. The leisurely pace of life here, on top of the leisurely pace of retirement, enables me to take the time to talk heart-to-heart with these nonconformists with eclectic experience and outlook and huge, open hearts.