I couldn't resist the photo of the old dog and me in front of the washed up TV. I actually don't watch much TV, only the occasional news program. I cannot tell you when I watched a TV series episode that wasn't about history or the weather. I do like movies though.
Last night I watched a movie about the friendship of two young boys in Nazi Germany. One was lonely and the son of a concentration camp commandant. The other was the son of a Jewish watchmaker. They were drawn together by their need for friendship. Two lonely children who found a bond in spite of their differences. That bond was stronger than the fence between them.
I find that one of the most precious things to me is true friendship. I have not been a good friend who keeps up with everyone. I have let people slip away in the past.
These days I have a few good friends in recovery who I can count on and who can count on me. Yet, I still have this urge to be solitary. I know that I have a tendency to isolate which isn't a good thing. I know that one of the ways to have friends is to be one. That is something that I am mindful of now more than ever. And I work to nurture the friendships that I have.