A couple of days ago I attended a morning gathering of women with a friend. I knew no one else when we arrived yet welcoming smiles accompanied warm introductions. Driving through the woods to our destination revealed a couple of houses along the road. A dozen or so women were in attendance, all from the surrounding woods. The beauty of this area lies in it's seeming isolation in a populated area. Most of the inhabitants delight in the ability to live where no neighbors are evident, yet are comforted by the spirit of community among neighbors. Conversation was lively as the ladies updated one another and moved from topic to topic smoothly with no one at a loss for words. Even though Mountain Girl had brought me along uninvited, I never felt like an interloper. Is this sense of commonality the result of shared love of these mountains or is it from the attainment of retirement age? Each of us mentioned a love of some kind of craft, joy of reading, and delight in this beautiful place where we live. While I may not cross paths with these women again, it seems kindred spirits abound in these hills.
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