I am not often in the company of other women as my life here has always seemed to be connected with the land....my beautiful farm...what it needs and what we need to do to care for it. It is a constant quiet calling, a gentle hum of days filled with work from dawn to long after dark. There is not much time for "lunch with the girls" or shopping other than for groceries and feed for the animals.
I grew up this way and am quite used to it.
But lately I have felt a calling for myself beyond the call of my beautiful land.
...the company of other women.
and yet, it is a foreign place for me.
my dear friend, Gayle, who is quite a wonderful & successful business woman- she owns 3 wonderful antique malls in Portland, Oregon.
She has been my dear friend for nearly 20 years and I feel very comfortable in her presence.
We can visit up a storm and not see each other for months at a time and then when we do, we can start right where we left off
as though no time has passed at all.
She understands my love of the land and yet she knows, too, that we all need the company of other women...and she gave the gift of an experience that I would not have had.
She draws me in from the fields with words like "early home, early antiques...gardens...and invited me to accompany her into the most delicious of experiences such as an invitation to lunch with other women, all accomplished, all genuine and all wonderfully interesting beyond my realm. I loved it.
and it all took place in a home that just sang to my heart.
Rufus Porter murals-handpainted by our hostess- surrounded us at a long black table decorated with the fruits of autumn, flowers and candles in pewter candlesticks, delectable food & champagne which I need to ask the name of...a fire burning and crackling in the fireplace and reflected in the satin smooth wooden floorboards.
My eye was drawn to the colors of the walls, a pale persimmon with a collection of very early mirrors, so beautiful that I could not breath at first glance...beautiful hand hooked rugs and stone fruit, early paintings and silhouettes...
everywhere you looked was a feast for the eyes and soul.
Lovely old paned windows let in the late afternoon light as we all became sisters around that lovely old table. With stories and laughter and tears shed with the sharing of each others accomplishments and strength in the adversities of life.
I became aware that I am a sister to other women and need them.
It was a treasured afternoon that I will never forget.