Getting Reacquainted with an Old Friend

I think it's time I started rebuilding a relationship I have somehow let fall by the wayside.

Time was when this friend and I were nearly inseparable, together day and night you might say. We traveled together. We've been together high in the Rockies, awed by the snow covered peaks and alpine lakes and glacier streams. We've watched the ocean waves break upon the sandy shores of Oregon. And we've been together not only across the United States but we've experienced Mexico, Sweden, Finland, the Baltic States, Russia, and the Ukraine.

This friend was once a constant and devoted companion.

We've spent many days in the country, watching the sun rise over the meadow or the leaves fall from the trees, or mimicking the rhythm of a nearby stream, or wondering where the wind came from and where it was going.

There were days spent listening to the sounds of traffic and people and finding the beat of the city as it went merrily on its way; gathering with others in the park or watching the waters of the fountains as they swayed in the breeze of a hot summer night; matching the timing of the blinking neon lights and the crunch of the snow underfoot in the depths of a cold city winter.

We shared many lonely nights, chasing dreams and wondering where we might find ourselves in the future; watching the embers glow and relishing the warmth of a fire - whether in a campfire ring or a stone hearth or a pot-bellied stove; writing songs of life and love and pain - and hope for the days to come.

This friend has opened many doors for me, introduced me to some wonderful people and, in a round-about way, led me to the woman who would eventually become my wife -- the love of my life.

Don't get me wrong, even now we are together from time-to-time. But mostly my friend sits and waits for me, ever watchful and polite, but waiting nonetheless.

So I think now is the time for us to get reacquainted -- truly reacquainted.

After all, one's guitar can be the best of friends.