Weekend with my Bestie!

Yes, that’s me on the left and Patty, on the right. We’ve been best friends since we were 14 years old but that’s not the entire story.

There have been ebbs and flows to our friendship. Not unlike any other relationship that is worth its’ salt.

We met in San Luis Obispo this weekend and reconnected after more than a year of silence, misunderstanding and stubborn angst. (Oh, you know what that’s like, do you?) Two women collecting evidence of a misdeed, a miscommunication, a missed opportunity, misconstrued intentions and somethings amiss.

We declared amnesty and bilateral disarmament. We raised the white flag of surrender and caught up on our children, our husbands and lovers and lives and decided that life was too short to continue the war. Amen.

Finding My Center

It’s been a difficult and challenging three weeks and I am finding myself less than brave.  Who was that woman who wrote that last post? While reading old journals and trying to remember who I am and what I am, I run across this beautiful quote:

In spite of illness.

In spite even of the archenemy sorrow

one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration

if one is unafraid of change,

insatiable in intellectual curiosity,

interested in big things

and happy in small ways.

-Edith Wharton