I saw this quote in an email this morning:
The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.
– Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, 1756 – 1791

It brought to mind my circle of dearest friends.  A few close at hand and most in other parts of the world.  We do

not enjoy a daily cuppa something together.  Our exchanges often are matters communicated in ways difficult

to define: through the heart, not technology.  These friendships are supported, however, by technology.  Most

times, when my phone rings in the other room, I have a sense of who it will be.  And because I am connected

to my friends as easily in silence as in words, I am most often correct.  I am grateful that my friendships are

fueled by companionable understanding, deep knowing, mutual respect and profound laughter and compassion.

This morning’s mailbox had something far more valuable than a royalty check.  A long time friend, with whom

I have not spoken for months, sent me a book of poetry.  THE SIMPLE TRUTH by poet Philip Levine.  No note.

One was not needed.  I know what happened.  I know my friend went to this poetry reading and book signing

with a small note in his pocket:   “To Mary Anne.”  And he waited in line. And while he waited, he smiled

because he was thinking about me.  This makes my spirit soar. And the gift itself feeds my soul.  Fills my

spiritual bank account.

What fuels your friendships and do they feed you? And conversely, in what ways do you invest in your friends?