Withered Friendships
Sometimes the only way to move forward is for us to commit to walking away from friendships that have kept us from growing, so we face the reality that perhaps it is time to leave those friendships behind.
Sometimes the only way to move forward is for us to commit to walking away from friendships that have kept us from growing, so we face the reality that perhaps it is time to leave those friendships behind.
During my time in Portland, Oregon at the bedside of Hieromonk Andrew, the 96 year old dear friend of mine, I had ample time to think about my own repose. Although he was 96, exactly 20 years older