Tomorrow I head southeast to join some fab women for the weekend. These are not just any ole women; these women are like, really cool. And boy do they dredge up great memories of my former life, my pre-Roscoe life.
For lotsa years these women --10 in all -- met with me twice a year at the Red Corral Ranch near Wimberley to explore what It all means. They are Christian--mainstream and not so mainstream--Jewish, and not-so-sures. They met, mostly, in a Houston business networking group and made the bold decision to “step out” of their busy Houston lives to ponder and consider what makes life meaningful and more harmonious.
On retreat, we sat together, usually in a circle, indoors and out, and told the truth. They asked one another questions; they drew pictures and played games; they brushed each other’s hair and ate wonderful meals together, some in silence. They meditated, shed tears, and they danced.
During those years some married, some divorced and some remained single, some received scary diagnoses, some became cancer free. Some left jobs, some took jobs. Some dropped out, most didn’t. Some moved away from Houston but stayed connected. All aged and became more beautiful.
When, four years ago, I accepted a full time job at Roscoe and I told these cool women that I no longer led spiritual retreats they continued to get together on occasion because they love each other. A stray email found its way to me announcing they were gathering in October. I sent a smoke signal asking if I might join them. They said yes. Tomorrow I will drive to be with them.
It will help me remember who I am.