I like your blogs..and although Pollyanna is a nice wee girl..good old fashions shoulder to cry on and hug from an authentic friend allows the well to overflow when needed.
My task is to listen and remain true to myself...when a friend
leaks her/his frustrations.Hope someone will always do that for me.
Friends..I have a wide circle..several cheeful souls..choose who and what I share..there is no universal friend for me..each an individual all worthy of mention...one in particular I share spititual woes and growth...another health concerns..some daily encouragment..others have been true mentors..
I often think of them all..passed and present and have little chats inwardly...they make me the person I am and I may have shaped them.
People are wonderful..including those who have been harder to understand..