Happy Monday everyone! I don’t know what your porch looks like this morning, but on the porch here, it’s sunny, wintery-warm, and… to tell you the truth… a little too quiet. I’ve just come home from an action-packed weekend of books, readers, and writer friends at the Pulpwood Queens annual Girlfriend Weekend book and author extravaganza in beautiful Jefferson, Texas.
I’ve been flooded with story, and writer talk, and the stories behind the stories, but more importantly, I’ve been reminded that In this busy, speed of light world, where so many things are ours at the touch of a button, face-to-face human connections do still matter.
Perhaps, they matter now more than ever.
In this modern world, it’s easy to live the island life–to let connections drift and disappear as we stare at our computers, and tablets, and cell phones, our minds and eyes rushing from one screen to another, always keeping up, but never looking up, so entangled in our own tasks and issues that we miss the ships passing by our secluded islands of self.
For me, Girlfriend Weekend is always a reminder of the importance of taking time to build, and nurture, and maintain friendships. It’s impossible to watch book clubs like this one and not realize that these friendships, these sisterhoods, these ties that bind women in their similarities in their differences, are manna for the spirit.
Literally, the deep, lasting friendships of women are soul food. Without them, some part of the heart grows hungry. It can’t be fed by pixels, and diodes, and backlit screens. The heart needs flesh and bone, shouts and whispers, the brush of shoulders, the embrace of arms, the sudden smile, the wink, the nod, the laugh, the shared story.
We are, none of us, meant to live long on our electronic islands of many tasks. We are meant to wade out through the currents of busyness, ford the shoals of stacked-up To Do lists, swim past the rocks of maybe I shouldn’t take the time for this, and meet those passing ships in the clear, clear blue. We’re meant to splash around in life together, to laugh at the waves, and float along beneath the clouds, and cling close to one another during the storms.
We may survive on our own, but we don’t thrive on our own.
This morning, I find myself once again affirming it as I think back to the fun and fuel and late-night conversation that was Girlfriend Weekend 2014. I almost missed the party this year — too many obligations, both work-related and family related. Too many reasons to stay home.
Now that Girlfriend Weekend has come and gone, I’m so glad I didn’t miss out. I’ve come home refreshed, renewed, filled once again with the true understanding of the life-changing power of girlfriends and stories 😉
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