Hanging with the Ann/e’s
Déjà vu! This is just wild. Here I am at Cloud Nine, a resort-like residence in the foothills above Port Angeles with three of my very best girlfriends of all times.
Forty-some years ago, after epic shenanigans in Seattle and it’s gorgeous wilderness surroundings, we started having babies and settled on four different paths. We’ve had limited contact for decades.
Here though, we have reconvened with grace. We have picked up where we left off, so to speak. We have hiked. Shopped. Feasted. Wow, have we feasted! And the stories. Holy Mackerel! We’ve shown badges and revealed scars accumulated over precious lifetimes…amidst much laughter…and tears too.
It’s been movie-like. I’m thinking of the “Big Chill.” But it didn’t take a funeral to draw us together. Grateful to say, our magnetic love-fields in the land of the living are stronger than that.
Always Bridging 