Sit for a Spell
I love to talk with people whose walks of life are different from my own. Though their walk may be different each person has a story of joy and sorrow. The blacksmithing conference at Tannehill State Park brought together people who otherwise, may never get together. Doctors, farmers, lawyers, radio station managers, mothers, children the list goes on and on.
The men stayed in the blacksmith shop, while the women, old and young alike, went to the top of the hill and learned to make baskets.
Sitting together the women share stories. One story of a friend who died and a bracelet worn her memory, one heroic story of a positive attitude during chemo and the pink “rally hat” worn to cover the newly exposed pink skin.
A woman with a terrific sense of humor, began her story with, “Did I tell you about the time my cell phone committed suicide in my glass of red wine?” Then told her story of being abandoned by her husband.
Each person telling their stories that they kept hidden deep in their hearts. Stories also of a marriage restored, a passion finally realized, and philosophy of joy.