Pampered

Hello there! Here's your Saturday post!

We came together simply for food and wine 

But then we began to tell our stories

And it tasted so good

Like pretzels in warm dip

We healed each other

Helped each other

Enjoyed each other

We brought each our own grown up girl-child magic

And by God we changed each other

Our woman-ness filled the room decadently

Like chocolate S'mores cake

It was a rite we performed

We swam together in the river beneath the river

Where our souls resided

First as individuals

And then together

We feasted on the beauty of our femininity

And became light headed on our connection

It was not the wine

It was the feral nature of ourselves to nurture one another

And oh how we did

We went skinny dipping in our stories

Naked to one another

And through our giving of personal poetry

We gave strength to ourselves

Or at least I felt it within me

And it was most satisfying

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I'd like to dedicate the above words to the ladies I met at Ashley's Pampered Chef Party.

We all went there with different agendas, but we were well met. We pinged each other to within an inch of sanity, and laughed the whole way! Thank you for waving your ugly drawers and pretty panties about, and sharing your stories with me. May God bless you all greatly for your present of presence and your words.

I am also humbly thankful to my sister in law, who made me go.

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With words, song and prayer,

TiMo