The Sisterhood of Us

Miles...life...years...circumstance.

Those are the things that stood in the place of our our youth and our mid-adulthood. Yesterday I picked up an amazing woman that, although I feel as I've known her my whole life - we spent almost two hours in the car meeting, greeting and sharing. As we arrived at our destination, we had become best friends who share a best friend.

Here we were... three women bonded by friendship and the remembrance of innocence ...youth...history. Over wine, pizza, coffee and cheesecake we solidified the relationship we had longed for and needed. We laughed, we cried, we talked, we listened, we empathized/sympathized and opened wide the doors of honesty, pain and grief. My goodness...how cleansing that was! To speak without fear or judgement, to listen with honesty and compassion - to be truly heard and seen!

As the hours eased into a new day we took to our sleeping corners and rested. When the sun rose and the coffee brewed, we each found our way to our beautiful host's king-size bed where we laid for hours talking and laughing all over again. Three grown women - scarred by life's daggers but oblivious to messy hair, dark eye circles, weight, gray hair, wrinkles or cellulite. We were transformed into three giggly girls from 35 years ago - it was a beautiful 24 hours!

So, my friends...my sisterhood...my yaya's....I am changed by your friendship. Thank you!

Peace