Saturday morning I woke before sunrise and headed northeast towards Scranton. With nearly 150 miles to drive I needed to get an early start.
I’m not typically an early riser, at least not that early, but I was hopeful that driving through those mountains would give me a much needed boost.
Although the drive was beautiful –despite the fact that driving northeast in the morning and southwest in the evening meant the sun was in my eyes the entire way– it wasn’t the mountains that lifted my heart. It was the company.
First things first, the order of the day was Mass, confession, adoration and benediction. Exactly where the weary soul needs to begin. The place where everything comes into perspective.
It wasn’t a large group, maybe thirty five women at best.
There weren’t any vendors there but Margot had thoughtfully brought along books and materials for browsing.
Tables were arranged so that conversation was encouraged.
Flowers and tablecloths with beautiful bright colors of Spring brought cheer.
Even the coffee cups were pink!
There were no microphones, just chatting among friends.
Two ladies who took the time to share their wisdom with us
and make us laugh!
I know from the comments on Facebook that many others would have loved to have been there and although this post may make some of you “jealous” that isn’t what it’s meant to do.
Any “jealously” isn’t really jealously but something that springs from the fact that we all need connection and often even more so at this time of the year.
This beautiful, simple day was made possible by women reaching out to other women. Moms who said “I need this and I know others do too”.
It wasn’t a big production. It didn’t need to be. It was well thought out and carefully executed but it could be easily replicated anywhere. In your group, parish or town.
Find a friend or two and make a plan. Ask a priest to say mass and give a reflection. Find an experienced mother and ask her to share her story and offer some thoughts to the group.
Bake some muffins and slice some bagels. Make it a potluck or ask for donations.
It doesn’t have to be difficult, just do it and you will be blessed.
“Give, and it will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap.” Luke 6:38