DINNER AT SIX, MONHEGAN HOUSE
It became a memorable first gathering.
Monhegan the meeting place,
the group of four, old friends
and new, together.
A toast to making acquaintances and
the good fortune of being on island.
The time honored ritual of breaking bread,
as conversation and wine flow through the evening.
With fond memories, and these words,
I salute you, and your counterparts,
Sisterhood of Seasoned Souls.
As you read, you will recognize yourselves,
those who were present for dinner at six,
and those who were not.
Those who have joined company on the island in times past,
and for all who journey toward a gathering,
for a warm welcome awaits your arrival.
You know who you are, dear ones.
Forged by the life experience,
having had your mettle tested,
you meet life head on.
No princesses here,
in the finest meaning of the word.
Strong of spirit, dependable, loyal and dedicated.
If your soul is in danger of drowning in the midst of disaster,
they will throw you a life line, and, by God,
they won’t let you sink!
They are your best companions during troubling times,
and in your most joyous moments.
Like this island where they meet,
their souls are rugged and fit, yet in many ways,
fragile and delicate.
They encourage and comfort.
They nurture and inspire,
with spoken word, and in their silence.
They recognize one another,
for a bonding existed before a physical meeting.
Time shared is filled with abundant laughter,
some tears, much meaningful conversation.
As though Gifts to one another,
they unwrap and untether themselves,
absorbing from one another new experiences
and familiar feelings.
An innocuous time, safe, profoundly innocent and life altering.
They are ever changing, open,
accepting of their lives as they play out,
on paths taken, some intentional, some not,
but all leading to a crossroad here, on this island.
A place of paths crossing, to share and be strengthened,
before once again,
now forsaking apprehension,
they venture off on their separate ways.