May 20, 2009
His advice sounded too gentle. That’s why I almost missed its significance. I needed to hit the problem head on, didn’t I?
Sometimes I do. In matters of love and friendship, often not.
I addressed the problem with all the force of a feather pillow. I addressed the problem with all the power of a field full of flowers. I addressed the problem with all the pressure of an open heart laid at my beloved friend’s feet.
I solved the problem. Or perhaps…we solved the problem. Or…the problem got solved. Thanks to an gentle friend advice and the “power of a thousand butterfly wings.” (Moody Blues)