My Seattle prayer group has been meeting for about 6 years now. There have been moves to Denver, NYC, Bellingham, Vancouver B.C., and still we have managed to stay together, meeting twice a year to listen to one another, go through several boxes of tissue, and drink a couple bottles of champagne.
We met at Emily's apartment on Capitol Hill today. Looking around the table, we talked about having with one another what we've all dreamed about--safety, vulnerability, challenge, affirmation, longevity. Some of us see one another outside the group, others don't. But we feel connected no matter what. These sisters help me see myself for who I really am. They can laugh with me at the same old shadow sides I've fought for years. They know me, and I think that's what I'm longing for all the time in every setting. To be seen, to be known, to be accepted.
We have an agreement about confidentiality (even excluding spouses from our divulgences), but I think I can tell you that:
- Emily made this delicious soup
- I made a version of this loaf cake
- There were a couple times through the years, with all the transition in our lives, that we talked about not meeting anymore. I'm so glad we decided otherwise, and it taught me a lot about persisting even when things are complicated or occasionally lose their luster.
- I can't do my work in the world or fulfill my duties with compassion unless I have places like this. I'd be running on empty.
Thanks for another beautiful day, sisters. See you this summer.