Okay, so you probably have figured out that there are two of us. Colleen is Colleen, and I’m me. Marian, that is. Back in 1969 (in a previous life time) we met in our freshman year of high school. It was a little disorienting, but ever since we have had the feeling of not being alone during whatever trials and tribulations have come our way. That is what I meant when I spoke of a large community of “sisters”. They are biologically connected, or come into our lives through marriages. If we are lucky they stand solidly with, as mine do. We learn that we can depend on them. Whether we need help with our children, or a sounding board in our relationships with our husbands or lovers. I know that I consider myself as being blessed with my relationships in this respect. The men in our live’s are very important, but for many of us we only really let our “hair down” when communicating with sisters. It’s a common phenomenon, relying on one another for validation.
But there are things I need to get done. The house is quiet and I’m the only one still awake. As tired as I am, I’ll get a few things done first before going to bed myself. Houses have a different quality in the night time. Sounds are muted and what sound there is has an almost velvet like feel to it.
And so I say goodnight, and best wishes to anyone who is reading this. It’s time for a deep breath and a descent into sleep. Morning will be here soon. Good wishes and be well.
