In The Company of Women

I had a dream last night that cause me to wake up laughing. I don't remember any details or images all I remember is feelings, noise and texture. Funny how the mind works, specially mine, me being so moved by my senses. I tried to remember but all that lingered was the smell of mint tea and sugar and the feeling of having been in the company of women. That satisfying feeling I get when I hang up the phone after having a long conversation with a much loved girlfriend. Perhaps widows seek the company of women, not just for comfort but to have somebody to talk to about the mundane things of being a woman, the laundry and kids teachers, frizzy hair and our weight. Silly how those tidbits of nothing fill us so deeply.

When I visited California I needed the companionship of my girlfriends. They opened their arms and homes to me. They took me out shopping for my first pair of high heel shoes, one shared her hard kept beauty secrets (which I promised not to reveal!) and another took me out for drinks after encouraging me to buy a pair of tight fitting jeans and sexy underwear, telling me that what I wear underneath will boost my confidence and make me feel young and sexy. It worked! They made me throw out my mommy underclothes and gave me a lesson on bras and all they can accomplish no matter what size you are. They reminded me that though I feel old and worn, I'm not. That there is a lot of young desiring me left behind making me blush and laugh at the same time. Even though I don't remember my dream I'm glad I was visited last night and for a little while I was surrounded by my friends.