oops there I go again

Today was one of those days, when everything I did was one step off sync
Just a tiny bit, seems every word and gesture was off a bit.  It still was a good day.  Housekeeper came and did her duty, that was the beginning.  Then a meeting of friends; I call it a circle, I love it when friends come together and form a circle and open their hearts for a good bit of verbal intercourse.  We shared our ideas and thoughts and a really good cup of "strong" coffee with a couple of cookies and our hearts opened as the afternoon flew by.  We planned our next meeting, then a warm parting was shared with hugs and blessings.  I picked up dinner one of Jerry's favorite take homes, he was both hungry and happy, score one for me.  We shared our special meal then a nap until it was time to go to another meeting,  I must say driving in the driving rain at night is not what it used to be, but I made it both ways, for I am woman
 
I gave a talk last Saturday about Women and their quilts in the eighteen hundreds, how different our lives are.  Are our lives today the same? my question is were they really that different.  We carry the same capacity to love and our hearts are broken in the same way, we have medications for depression but the depressions are just as real and our isolations are just as lonely, we have so much more material wise but to me the women of the frontier knew who they were and what was expected of them.
The young women of our time are searching for identity, to make their mark, find a man but they are not sure they want marriage.  To have children is not the honorable thing to do or the goal of a young woman....yet they feel the calling of motherhood as they grow beyond the child rearing age and see a lonely old age approaching.  Family is a put down mothers and fathers have disappointed them and the future of a happy ever after seems unreal.  With all of that uncertainty I still feel we are the same, you see when it comes to our need to share we need the fellowship of other women, our young women are missing that coming together, of connecting to the sisterhood of other women whether older or of the same age.  We need that sharing because we share a inner wisdom it comes out when we come together in a circle as we talk of life.  We see it in the journals of women of old and in centuries to come they will read our journals and know of our deep concerns and dreams. They will see our connections.
My friends are now wives, widows, mothers, grandmothers and sisters most of our mothers are gone and we have become the matriarchs of our families. As I see it we are a continuation of the first circle of women who huddled together around an open fires. We share the same kinship, friendships and loves, we are all sisters with a capacity to love and nurture; our task is as it always was to bring forth the next generation; to love and teach the young  to be the be compassionate and to teach them how to love.  We must teach our younger sisters about what being a woman is, and we must always walk proud, because we belong to "The Sisterhood" and we have one of the most important jobs on earth.  Being a woman is an honor, I love getting together and sharing with my lady friends, there is always so much wisdom and knowledge freely shared and we all grow from the experience.
Well the question is how was my day well all in all it was a good day..