The making of true friends.

When I venture from my cocoon, I enter a strange but fascinating world. But still, I always return to the cocoon. Because it's the only place where I feel totally safe. I only allow a select few into my cocoon. A handful of dear and trusted friends. It's my inner sanctum. I shut out the rest of the world. Even though I'm always well aware of what's out there. And I love it. But I need to retreat. For sustenance and spiritual renewal. Makes no difference where I am in the world. I can always beat a hasty path to my cocoon. Makes me wonder if other people have cocoons. Places they keep secret. My dearest friends do. I know that for sure. Because they let me in. Maybe that's what makes them true friends. --Jim Broede