My book group met here last night and we shared a wonderful time. It has been a long while since I was able to host, and it felt good. The discussion was of Michael Pollan's The Omnivore's Dilemna, and I must admit I didn't get it read, but I will now. As much as this group is aware of healthful eating, those who read it still found the book transformative. The farmer's market is certainly key to good health, and each bite we eat, has repercussions as we know, and it is important to remind ourselves of how deeply connected we are.
We chose No god but God by Reza Aslan for next time, and I think it is an important read. I want to better understand "The Origins, Evolution, and Future of Islam."
One member lost her mother recently, and she spoke of the pain of the loss, even though she knows her mother had a good life and died easily, as she wanted. I understand. I miss my mother tremendously, and I am grateful for the lovely life she lived, and the ease of her death. We spoke of bonding, of what it means to be bonded, connected and love another. We survive because of it, and the loss of one is a loss. We toasted our sisterhood, the love of our women friends, and men are essential and key, too, as we know, and there was something deeply shared last night here among we women. We have known each other a long, long time now. I felt Sally, the member of our group, who died three years ago, strongly with us, tying us in a love of the feminine as we navigate life and change. We have lived many years, and we are now the elders. I feel the change in my stance, and the rhythm of my dance. There is gravity and lightness, responsibility and care. How do we lead our children, and allow them their own exploration and time to dare?
The kittens entertained the group and we all saw how we are using our pets to absorb the energy that might go into grandchildren if they were here. We each have such a tremendous gift of love, and need to share.