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friendships between women

One of my peers posted this article on Facebook a few weeks back: “True friendship between women is real, it is love”. It is a story about one woman’s realization of the power and significance of her relationships with her female friends. In her travels from Geneva to Santa Fe, the author discovers and reflects on the ways that women support one another through the trials and tribulations of life. Here are a few of my favourite exerpts:

“Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, “bonus” relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers and sometimes children.

This was a snapshot of what my own deep friendships could lead to: transformation. I saw, on that afternoon, that it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship. That a friend can take you out of the boxes you’ve made for yourself and burn them up. This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary — spouses, children, parents. It is love.

Support, salvation, transformation, life: this is what women give to one another when they are true friends, soul friends, what the Irish call anam cara. It’s what the Wrinklies did for one another, what the French resistance fighters in Auschwitz did for one another, what women do for one another in real relationships with real consequences in real time, every day, what my friends do for me.”

We help one another other live and sometimes, we watch — and help — one another die. It happens in movies, sure, but it also happens every day, in real life — now, tomorrow, yesterday. It is transformative and transcendent. It is real. It is love.

And I agree entirely with what Emily Rapp has written, for I too have found that it is in my friendships with women that I have found lifelong friends, support persons, listening ears and crying shoulders asking nothing in return, and love. Especially being out on this remote island, I have noticed the importance of my friends back home, as well as forming new friendships with women out here. The women in my life back home remind me of who I am, where I come from, and they provide me with a strength to continue doing my work, fighting the good fight, reaching my potential and living my dreams. The women I’ve met here in my new surroundings inspire me to push further, to go that extra mile, that it is okay to step outside of my boundaries and safety zone, and they provide me with amazing support and compassion. What is all this if not love?

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