gathering with my oldest friends and five bedheaded babes at megan's white house for a bright morning that passed into late afternoon entirely too quickly. through the hours we shared stories and made plans and passed babies and poured more coffee.
and how it filled my cup! community -- much like home -- is a notion with which i am obsessed. and as the landscape beneath my feet shifts ever so rapidly -- friends fleeing new york two by two, the city revealing her transient colors -- i am reminded that:
day by day, i notice not the miles that separate our lives, the days that pass between our mornings like this one. i feel only the exchanges of notes, thoughts, presence. to these women -- the others, too, all of my tribe, scattered like confetti -- i am rooted. and in this, i am encouraged.
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