Female Friendship

Female friendship is like two wells beneath the same earth. We draw from each other, not to empty but to echo -a bucket lowered into your depths returns with water that somehow tastes like mine.

There is no ledger, no quiet keeping of score -only the rhythm of rope and pulley, of offering and receiving, of knowing when to pour and when to be poured into.

Some days I am the rain, filling you without effort. Some days you are the spring, rising up to meet me. And most days we are simply vessels beside one another, brimming, spilling, refilling - never depleted, because what moves between us is not taken, only transformed.

We do not give to be left with less. We give like the tide gives to the shore - returning, always, to itself.