Vérité

Friday, November 17, 2023

She said pie!

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

The Danish say: the road to a friend's house is never long.

Especially if she says, "I have pies!"
Unfortunately there are no pictures to show off Muriel's beautiful pies.
There was a crowd around the table, and then the empty plates.

We miss our weekly rows on the Verite but make do by gathering every so often. We just can't let go, so we reminisce and talk about the future of the boat. Two paths forward were discussed, but so much is out of our hands. How to honor the boat, how to prolong her life, how to find her a home, a home where she will be cared for as we might do ourselves. These concerns are very much like one's everyday life. The future of our world, America is so uncertain. It is hard to plan or move forward. It has been said by the wise, that when you arrive in this sort of state being or mind the best solution is to relax and play. Solutions will come in their own time.

So, we relaxed, ate piece of pie or two, drank tea and of course talked and talked. It is important to find out what's been happening with each of us - good or bad. Jennifer surprised us with handmade cloth angels and Rosemary brought some of her jewelry to share. We ended our pleasant afternoon by looking at our 2019 handsewn book called Women on the Water. It stirred such good memories. There are plans for this book and this year's book called Water Has Memory. So stay tuned.

As for play - our last thing was to play was "can find their way home". While the road to our friend's Muriel's house is not all that far away, there are many paths on which to depart. This can be challenging in the mossy dark parts.

For those of you WOWers who are scattered like summer seeds - we missed you!

For two of you who reside in our hearts,

know we were thinking of you.

We are grateful for our memories of the good times together.

For those of you who found your way home - let's do this again real soon.

What shall we eat?

Thursday, August 31, 2023

Super Blue Moon Beach Walk

Within minutes of our shoes touching the beach the rain sprinkles and clouds dispersed. Perfect timing -the tide was out as far as it was going to go as we made our way to the waters edge. A cool breeze ruffled our hair. We breathed in the fresh Super Blue Moon energy with great big sighs.

Come walk with us as on our Going out and Coming Back. There's a treat at the end. Sally has made Life Boat tea, gathered her cloth napkins, pretty plates and Muriel has made a pie. Muriel says it has a Gravenstein apple and all manner of berries. Who will get the last piece?

Saturday, July 1, 2023

Missing you already

It is with great sadness to say one of our dear WOWers has passed away.

Kathleen, we will never forget your big smile and happy nature.

May your spirit be carried on a bed of flowers to the great beyond

where High Tea is the highlight of the day.

Kathleen Geller

June 29, 2023

Tuesday, September 13, 2022

Making Our Way Together

Slowly, slowly, we are coming out of the pandemic, world turmoil and our mutual disappointment over the loss of our access to Verite, our beloved gig. We are steadfast in our desire to keep our sisterhood of shared memories consecrated by the sun, rain, snow and sweat together and intact.

August 9, 2022

Still grieving - missing our weekly rows on our beloved Verite boat, especially now that it is summer. Instead, we gather at Terese’s house to commiserate and think about what to do about the situation. When in doubt gather for tea (and food). That has been our motto from the beginning - some 20 years or more. Anybody who has ever boated up alongside the Verite when crewed by the ladies knew the circle would opened and cookies or whatever the fare would be shared. Every time out on the water together was worthy of celebration.

Terese provide a great space for us to gather. She provided imaginative entertainment too. Her resident deer laid on the lawn listening to every word we said. I think she quite agreed with all that was said. Imagine it , there were at least 12 or 13 of us talking and laughing and whoopin' it up and she wasn't bothered in the least. She was a kindred spirit from another mother, Mother Earth.

Sept 13, 2022

We had a wonderful end of summer gathering at Joan’s house. It was like an upscale version of girl scout camp. No hot dogs or s’more’s fell into the fire because apparently we not only can handle 18 ' oars and we can also handle sharp forked instruments over leaping flames! So beware!

Delightfully, the marshmallows were homemade and the biscuits - delicately thin and the chocolate was labeled 'intense'. How perfect is that! I don’t know any camp which gives campers a warmed washcloth at the end of a s'more event for wiping the chocolate/marshmallow ooze from one’s hands and lips. It was really special - so spa-like! Joan could start a business venture and offer that experience. Think how she could improve the state of the nation's mood. Thank you Joan!