When I first started my ventures in blog land, one of the very first people to befriend me was a wonderful woman from deep in the woods... From the moment I met her I was drawn to her. She put on a persona of gruffness and seemed to shield herself somewhat from those outside her mountain. She spoke her mind clearly with no worry of whom she may offend, yet her words are seasoned with truths that needed to be said. Such things only seemed to draw me more into her.
She was not one who gave up much of herself personally very easily yet persistance does have its rewards. I wondered at times if she felt I was a bit of a nuisance yet really could not help myself to try and get to know her more. In time I learned more and more of her life and ways and each time was all that more drawn into her. She has now allowed me to call her my little sis yet in truth I feel she is an old soul whom I have had the wonderful grace of meeting and getting to know. She has taught me much and pulled out things that were inside me that I did not realize were there.
She is a friend in every true sense of the word, although she lives thousands of miles away, across a vast ocean and deep in the mountain and woods of North Wales. Although we have never met personally in this life I feel she has been with me in past. I truly count myself blessed to have been given such a soul to share with. My litte sis, my friend