I cherish time with my vintage friends...most are interestingly a little older, anywhere from 9 years to 29 years older than me....all of them I have known for years... these friends are best friends, mentors, laughter vehicles when a good laugh is needed, poetry voices when emotional release is needed...a good affirmation discussion that takes up where it was left off years ago...never skipping a beat in the cadence of friendship music.
Each one of these remarkable women is unique, sliding a hand in the pockets of my spirit...each waving a hand out of the pocket just when they are needed the most. After being with their spirits, I feel the numbness of my wine soaked lips, the tear stained cheeks, and the Aha! moment inspired by the comraderie of the laughter, tears and poetry flowing freely as a smooth fruity vintage wine pours from the friendship bottle.
