Updated: Jul 23, 2019
"A [wo]man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother [or sister]." ~Proverbs 18:24 ESV
After church service, my friend and I decided to go to Finsbury Park to stroll around, get our steps in, reflect on the messages we just heard and cackle at random things that I can't even remember in detail at this point. All I can remember is how I felt and being appreciative of spending time with friends whom you don't really have to explain much to. They just get it. Friends who pray and send good energy to you when you are not yourself, when you are tumbling through transition, who are present even when you are not present, who you don't see for ages yet the spark of that bond rekindles as soon as you meet again. I understand people have different love languages. Some people need friends to be in close proximity to strengthen their bond. And I've grown to appreciate that in others. I also have grown to appreciate those who are present with me in spirit no matter where I am across the globe. Today I choose to celebrate and focus on those friends in particular instead of the ones who don't have the capacity or will to support who I am and my endeavors. While walking we came across these two women from Bolivia. I asked them if they didn't mind me taking their picture. They were more than happy to oblige me a couple photos. I asked them where they were from with my chopped and screwed Spanish linguistic skill 🤣. I also asked what was there occasion for their dress. They said there wasn't one in particular. My friend also noted that I was wearing my south african print dress for no special reason. I laughed at the irony of being triggered by these Bolivian women's dress while I was wearing my own cultural attire 🤦🏾♀️. The funny thread is that we were all doing our best to communicate between two different languages & 3 different dialects. American English, British English and Bolivian Spanish.💙
I'm not sure if these two women were sisters or not. I didn't ask. I can just tell they were close and brave enough to walk boldly in vibrant colors around the Park. A silent celebration of who they are and where they come from.
During my London trip, I was convicted to make sure to ask people if they want to be pictured before getting trigger happy with my camera. And to respect people's spaces.