We came. We celebrated. We wrote. Each to her own, adding a page in the journal.
Thanks to Anne. A glorious touch-down afternoon at the Lake House. Our voices filled the garden with chatter, laughter, and curiosity, the natural wisdom of women as they gather and converge and make music in their own way. And like birds, we flew off again. With a promise to keep one another posted. Well, perhaps. We'll see.