Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Where we sat
I've heard it said that women friends help each other belong to themselves. Tonight we were three women sitting around a kitchen table drinking wine and dining on cheese-and-pesto paninis, talking about our lives, hard lessons facing us and our children, our aging parents, religion versus spirituality, the twelve steps, tucked-away dreams. It was easy and cantankerous in the most needed way, the three of us throwing off post-Thanksgiving, mid-week stress, exhaling, revealing, being. Just a sweet stolen evening with women friends of long standing, a moment to unwind, to be enfolded, to be reminded that no matter what, we will get through it. My friend in whose home we gathered made those three beautiful, perfectly balanced vases. They greeted us as we walked through her door and I made the picture. Those chairs are where we sat, excavating, emptying our cares.