This week I am grateful…
For my womenfolk.
In this photo are women on my mother’s side. From left to right: me, Grandma, Aunt Monica, Mama, and Granny.
Leanna, Doris, Monica, Michelle, and Earlene.
We took the photo after Granny and Poppy bought us all breakfast Saturday morning.
Mom and I were down for the weekend with Aunt Monica in her forest home. I am not sure if we knew it going in, but it was definitely a YaYa kind of weekend for the three of us.
A weekend for sharing and receiving stories, daring to be present to one another and to see one another as the women we are. It was a weekend for falling asleep as we talked Friday night because we can relax together and rummaging through antiques Saturday morning because we can be honest about what inspires us and what doesn’t. It was a weekend for tears, laughter, and trust, trust, trust.
It was a weekend for my women, the ones whose blood runs through my veins, whose stories echo deep within me.
And it was—