Old Friends, New Times

by flowers on May 28, 2009 · 3 comments

I have a big weekend ahead of me and it starts tomorrow. Ithaca’s annual hometown festival kicks off with a parade right down our street. Last year we saw unicyclists, earthen buildings on wheels, giant breastfeeding puppets, old Volvos in tutus and a man wearing thousands of old plastic shopping bags as a eco-political fashion statement. It’s entertaining to say the least.

Stone’s parents will be in town which makes it all the more fun. We’ll have four extra hands to help with kids so everyone will get a chance to check out the craft fair, healing arts tent, drum circle and musical act of their choice. Extended family is such a blessing.

I just found out an old college friend will be in town for work and she’ll be staying with us tomorrow night through Friday. Ten years ago we met on a semester abroad trip and we bonded over 5 am meditations at Thich Nhat Han’s monastary, Plum Village, and bike riding around the clay roads of Auroville, an intentional international eco-village in southern India. We stuck close during those months of sheer culture shock. Both of us chose to internship at the local village school and we would sit at tea time with the women, trading bangles, learning how to wrap a sari and listening to their stories.

We stayed close friends in the years after the trip. She was my maid of honor at my wedding and she’s Solshine’s goddess-mother. But these last few years we haven’t seen much of each other. She’s working in DC helping political refugees find safe homes and acclimate to new lives and I’m buried under five giant loads of laundry, two kids and husband. Our lives have taken different paths, but I can’t help but love this woman to pieces.

She gifted me my first tarot deck and introduced me to a group of totally sassy and independent women in college. I remember being at a big house party and the real place to be was upstairs in a bedroom where a half dozen women were in a circle, surrounded by houseplants and candles as we did yoga, laughed, and listened to each others stories before returning to the party.

When we first came back from India we would go out for Indian food in Portsmouth and eat our iddlys and garlic naan with our hands. We knew everyone thought we were kooks and we loved it. After all, we had just returned from the motherland and everyone knows one eats with their hands in India.

I counseled her through heartbreak and prayed while she underwent serious surgery. She listened while I decided if Stone was the one and she helped pack my bags when we left the day after our wedding to move to Asheville to study herbalism and permaculture.

We have herstory, me and her and it’s with a glad heart I receive her in my home tomorrow evening. I only wish she could stay a little longer.

(long story short: I’ll be m.i.a until early next week. Everyone enjoy their weekend and this picture circa 2000)

Kerala, India 2000

Kerala, India 2000

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Devon May 29, 2009 at 4:39 am

Have so much fun! She sounds awesome!


exhale. return to center. May 29, 2009 at 7:40 am

have a wonderful, wonderful weekend! it all sounds so lovely!!!!


TheOrganicSister May 29, 2009 at 1:16 pm

I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you to have a great weekend!! :)



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