The Japanese Eye for Beauty in Packaging

I have a dear friend who is Japanese.  It is one of those relationships where I SO greatly enjoy her company and her and she just uttterly loves me, and I’m always bowled over by her love, affection, and adoration for me.  Because, you see, we met because I sold to her.  In addition to all of my Romance Coach and Dating Coach work, yup, I’m a Sales Woman.  Love it.

You know how in all those sales books they preach to develop a relationship? BE their business partner?  Well, you see, the thing is, I DID.  I devoted my Fourth of July weekend to being a tour guide to her and her colleague because I couldn’t IMAGINE landing in a foreign country on a holiday weekend, our very nation’s birthday and being left alone.  Indeed, we had great fun.

I observed Japanese formality only briefly with her to bow and greet her and honor her.  And then we are girly hugs and squeals at SFO.

And we have stayed in touch even though I no longer work for the company where she became my customer.

Sweetly enough, she mailed me this incredibly beautiful birthday card.  Yes, April Braswell.  It’s the MONTH of April… so, my birthday approaches!

This card has cut out paper on it.  A cloth fan with a gold bow.  PINK beaded flowers.  It’s amazing!  Inside she included photographs from the very special and romantic and OH so Japanese, sweet, delicate and tender Cherry Blossom festival.

Sometimes using words to describe tenderness and love is to crush a butterfly.

That’s what it’s like to describe how I feel about her.

Friendship is such an unbelievable treasure.  Her friendship is like watching a butterfly on a flower or to see the petals of the cherry blossoms fill the air like delicate pink snow.  It is best just to see it and experience it rather than try to articulate it.

2 comments April 23, 2008