While having dinner with some colleagues and a guest author a few nights ago, I was reminded of the intoxicating effect great conversation has on me.
I'm naturally drawn to people who like to talk, but I especially enjoy intelligent, engaging women who have opinions and don't mind sharing them. After the waitress took our order, the four of us began to carry on like best friends reuniting after a long absence. We talked about everything from writing and books to life decisions, movies, and careers. Our corner of the restaurant was buzzing with chatter and excitement.
The evening reminded me of the global dinner party I had last summer where friends joined at my home for ethnic food, wine, and storytelling as hundreds of other women around the world gathered in their own homes that same night. Each of us had a special memory to share though we came from different backgrounds and experiences. Note to self...make the dinner party an annual event!
It's a strange phenomenon, but I feel my mother's presence stronger than any other time when I'm with a group of friends sharing stories. It's almost as if she is sitting at the table, and I half expect to hear her voice as she puts in her two cents worth.
My mom was a beautiful, talented writer and artist who taught me the art of conversation. My dad worked overseas, so my sister and I, who were too afraid to stay alone in the other part of the house, slept with my mom in her king sized bed. She always had a story to tell; sometimes it was a parable from the Bible, other times it was the most fantastical tale I had ever heard. Most nights I think we fell asleep to the sound of her soothing voice.
There is something magical that happens when women come together. After dinner that evening, I left with a renewed sense of purpose, a feeling of peace, and the assurance that anything is possible. A special thanks to Rose Marie for the invitation, Selena for her beautiful soul, and Kate for her inspiration.
