Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Campfire Girls

We were all alone in the days of childhood. Though we laughed and played no one ever knew you lived. From the highest tree to the gentle stream, no one ever knew... only me.

We had a favorite basket to gather pretty stones. A sink was filled with water to wash the dirt away. I would see you yawn and know that you'd be leaving. I would watch the sun set in the direction of your home.

Too young to be a campfire girl, we sneaked away to cry. Seems we were the same age, with the same problem, even though Mom says you don't exist. She says I have to let you go... but where to?

Why? How do I answer that question? I began to live within a dark space. Your light no longer shone. I walk out into the yard and knew I was alone.

My parents changed churches, which caused them to drive by a childrens' orphanage. I saw you sitting behind a great wrought iron fence... it was you! Please stop the car, that's her! Yes I'm quite sure.

For three Sundays we stopped at the orphanage so I could speak to you. I heard my Mom and Dad talking of adoption. Wow, I might soon have a sister! Unfortunately my Dad didn't want to follow through. He even changed the driving route.

One Sunday we rode by, and the sad face I saw was my own reflection in the window's glass. You weren't sitting at the fence. 'Terminal' is not a word a six year old would normally know... but I had a gut feeling which was about to be verified. I was glad my Mom met you... sitting in that tiny wheelchair.

They returned a stuffed bear I'd given you, and a card you left me, which I still have. So any time I light a campfire I look for you to be dancing on the wind; those incredible somersaults that no one else could ever do.

We both dreamed of having a friend... and became the other's dream, fulfilled.


  1. Hey Dixie,
    What a lovely and touching story. Friendship treasured, forever.
    Have a peaceful and hopeful weekend.
    In kindness and respect, Gary

  2. Hey Gary.
    Thank you for such a very nice comment. Always glad to hear from you.

    I've been searching my insides for 'why' I run from friendships. Recently, rather than focus on the negative result, I've pondered the positive path that was enjoyed by me and another. Some things I've failed to learn are now coming forth into the light.

    Thank you; my kindness and respect returned, Dixie

  3. Dear Dixie,
    A lovely post about a very touching subject. I'm sure we all have childhood friends who we miss, but your little story seems particularly poignant.
    With Very Best Wishes,

  4. Hi. You spend a lot of time looking inwards and thinking about the past don't you? I think this is healthy; one can learn a lot through introspection.
    A nice story, sensitively told.
    Click here for Bazza’s Blog ‘To Discover Ice’

  5. Hi Dixie!
    This narrative is such a beautiful story of friendship. It comes back around full circle to the heart and soul of friendship ♥
    I want to also congratulate you on your home! How wonderful ~
    Wishing you a sweet end of August ~
    Blessings always,

  6. Dear David,
    Recently a very close friend of mine died. I had many chances to visit him but could not bring myself to go see him. I ran from what was perceived as the inevitable.

    I searched the depths of my soul to find out 'why' I do this. This story, a personal event I experienced, is just one of a few such events that offer me additional thought towards a conclusion.

    So, even though I told Gary that I run from friendship, I think instead I run from 'endings', maybe.

    I appreciate your comment. Forgive my lateness in responding,

  7. Hello Bazza,

    I'm basically blogging to see my fingers type, read my incorrect spellings, and successfully post photos. Yes sir, it's all about me.

    Oh, I do okay with the past and the future; it's the bloody present that trips me up.

    Think of this way: the blog is called, "dc relief". My greatest goal and wish is that people will come along and give me answers.

    I think all this house moving has gotten to me. You and the family take care. And thanks for taking time out to visit and comment,

  8. Hi Maria!

    Good to hear from you. Sounds like you've had a family-fun-filled summer. You're so right that it comes 'full circle to the heart and soul of friendship.'

    I work to understand that child part of me and move on. Life lived fuller.

    Blessings for a great school year!


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