Me and Major Dan in Portland, Forest Park
This week one dear friend and one new friend shared on their blogs honest accounts of their recent experiences of this hard line we all walk.
Another very special woman who walked with me through a hard passage wrote me an email sharing the pain that a certain ongoing conflict is causing her.
I bumped into a colleague in the courtyard of our HQ and we somehow tumbled into real talk, sharing our honest hurts and struggles and before we knew it we were in tears in the middle of the compound.
Another dear friend is tired after another long session with her therapist, working through more loss than anyone should ever have to deal with in any life time.
Tonight I went for dinner and a very long talk with two women whom I've discovered in very different and special ways here in Kabul. We spoke honestly about this tricky, marvelous, crazy life we all lead and I felt so normal, so connected, so real.
Every day, in different ways, I am reminded that we walk the same line - all in our very unique and irreplicable ways but nonetheless recognisable to each other if we are ready to look beyond the surface and really see each other.
Tonight I just feel so grateful for my tribe of women, and for the knowledge that they are there ready to walk with me through any joy or sorrow and knowing that they will also know that I am here for them.
It's a hard knock life, so tonight I thank goodness for those who walk with us.