I went for a walk yesterday along Merri creek with a dear friend of mine.
We had some things to talk about, which we did.
There was a moment where we stood under a bridge and played with how the sound reverberated off the massive bluestone arch.
This incidental, childlike playfulness is the stuff of magic.
When these experiences are missing, when a friendship becomes purely about some project or outcome or a working relationship…or much worse when it becomes just about working out conflict or having difficult conversations, then the relationship lacks the reserves to keep itself going.
I find it can be so easy to let these things slip, or not make the time and space for them to happen. They seem like ‘nothing time’, finding time to be bored together so that something light and curious emerges.
In my experience these spaces are where friendship is built.
Which is the most important time of all.
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