We began as six strands on a tiny little thread, gingerly webbed together through a cyber sort of version of Kevin Bacon's 6 Degrees of Separation. As the night went on, drinks were served, food was consumed, and guards let down, one could feel the thread gaining strength.
A lovely quilt hung behind us, one I kept meaning to ask our hostess Katydidnot of its origin. As I reflect on the evening I can't help but see these kinds of friendships as little squares pieced carefully together on our own human quilt.
Once the cameras were put away and shoes were kicked off, the connection grew square by square. A sudden glance through the picture window may have displayed a group of women bound by years of friendship. Although we are not bound by time, circumstance brought together some inspiring honest talk.
We missed our friends who had pathetic excuses couldn't make it and hope to keep the network going.
Bossy left me inspired with ideas of a personal litmus test. I know I will reflect on this as days and years go by.
Katydidnot may not know how deeply her own story has touched me. I'm loving her thoughts on knowing it all. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. So wait, until you do know." Who says we have to know it all. Right. Now. Oh, darn-it.
I don't think it was necessarily the margaritas. I suppose there's something about being on a couch with the best listeners a woman could hope for that gets you to spill. I suppose I did some of that, um, yup.
Aaryn joined in some spilling. The kind that makes you respect a woman, her story, and her journey ahead. Her infectious story-telling is probably the way she greets everyone, although I like to think she made it extra punchy for us.
Jenn might just be the best little kitchen person I've ever been privileged to share a meal with, all while lending expertise and showing the shiny side of things with a capital H (wink).
Deb has that quiet strength, the kind that nods and leans at all the right parts, then spits out a piece of power hiding within.
I suppose by the night's end, when glasses were gathered, purses were found, and sleeping beauties lie in adjacent rooms, I drove away feeling grateful for human connections. The wispy thread that brought us together earned some tensile strength. I hope this thread continues to grow, to wrap, and to connect these women and others.
We came together for Bossy. Dare I say, we'll stay together for the journey. And just as a hand-made quilt, there's always room for more squares.