March 15-17. Tenkiller Lake. Sixshooter Resort. Cabin 5. Four of the most wonderful gracious women I have ever know. Traditions started long ago. Reading. Conversing. Eating. Laughing. Smoking. Cleansing. A few tears. More laughs. A very warm feeling deep in my heart. As I left to begin my travels home I made the decision to stop by the state park, which I did, and to drive over the dam, which I did. Both made me smile. I also had three hours to reflect on the weekend. Once again I felt refreshed and renewed. My heart was warm and my soul was smiling for the first time in a long time. This group of women are a big part of who I am and when I do not connect with him I lose a part of myself. I made a vow to myself not to miss another retreat no matter what company or organization NEEDS me. At my age, if someone fires me, SO WHAT! That makes me laugh. I’ve never been fired in my life. Maybe it would be good for me. Who knows? I do know that you four ladies hold a very special place in my heart and I always, ALWAYS, have an amazing time when I am in your presence. Thank you. Thank you for your friendship, thank you for trusting me with your good times, your joys, your bad times and your sorrows. Thank you for being you. Each and every one of you.
In closing…
On Friendship
Kahlil Gibran
Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.” And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.