Good morning, friend

Yesterday I called on an old friend. I haven’t seen him in what seems like a long time, maybe a month or more, so I went to his place of residence and looked him up. Sure enough. There he was standing in shallow water near the shoreline, and as I approached he looked up and stared at me. Probably thinking: I know that guy. O yeah, fishing line, etc. And then, as if to signal his recognition of the suddenly appearing visitor, the Swan Goose lifted his left leg and shook it in the early morning air. I could see clearly that he was not hampered on that same leg as before…no fishing line restricting him. All is well at the local pond. He then tucked his left leg up under his feathers, turned his head and rested it on his back, closed his eyes and went to sleep. Standing up. On one leg. Asleep.

But I know he’s ok, and he knows I care about his welfare, so I bade him a happy day farewell and left him to his sweet dreams. Driving home, I thought to myself: I haven’t heard from…and there followed a list of people who are good friends but have fallen through the cracks of my busyness. Reminder to self: they are your friends, so contact each one with a greeting and a blessing. Isn’t that part of being as friend? I am “my brother’s keeper” after all. Who do you know in need of a phone contact or a personal visit. No day better than this one to be a good friend.