That's More Like It

You see, together we have this thing. You know, the thing that we all do once a week, whether we have had a good day or bad day. Whether the weather is wonderful or completely dismal and hole up hibernation mode cold. There is that thing that we have been doing for years . . .. The terrible thing is that our regulars have been missing in action for a few weeks due to trips, work and other hiccups that have meant that the thing was abandoned for a bit.

However, today was the day that the stars aligned and circumstances worked that we were all together for the first time in weeks. All four of us, plus a newbie. For the first time in weeks, the kitchen table was plastered with scraps of paper, scissors, photographs in various stages of cut, glue and mounts. The tea cups were sloshed along with the wine and conversation flowed. I hadn't realized how much I had missed this.

While we get the sense that we are being productive by creating the art that is our scrapbooks, this time is so much more than the scrapbooks. It is the memories that are shared as we travel back in time. The stories are part of our selective and collective history. Having been friends for years now, we have those stories from our past and we have the stories from our shared moments.

On the cold wintery nights like tonight, there is a sense that we can relax and chat. We can vent over the trials of the day. We can celebrate fabulous achievements. There is the support of a friend whether it is needed or not. This is the thread of community that centres us and keeps us returning week after week. Sometimes, it is nice to slow down and appreciate the subleties of friendship.

I am blessed....and I know it. So to those of you in my community . . .thank you! I blow you a kiss!