I always remember old friends. They come and go. Some leave me with a bitter taste in my mouth and heart. Then there are others who fill me with hope and encouragement. Brinda was such a friend. She died last July, it's over a year now. It still feels like yesterday.
Anyway, today I took time to look at an old photo that she took of herself. She was a great photographer. She didn't need to edit her photos. I have no doubt though that if she did, she'd do a phenomenal job. Once she put her mind to something....it's done SO WELL. It's people like her that value hard work, patience, and practice.
So here's my photo of her. It's not much, but it's all I could think to do. She loved India. Her religion was so important to her. It didn't wear her, she wore it...to use a cliche about clothing. Buddhism became her and she was stronger for it.
Every day I miss her. Every day I love her.
Unlike friends who left me because I don't stay in touch often enough (and they don't try to get in touch either), though she isn't in contact with me anymore, I can still feel her presence. Last week I met a guy who said he had been interested in Buddhism for awhile. For some reason after our first long talk I said to him before I logged, "namaste." I just knew. :-)
And so it goes,