The women gathered together and it was, together, that they talked of lives that were lived...
For each of them, each women, they led a life and had a life to be lived, each one in their own home and within their own world.
There was Rebecca, Julie, Macey and Bobbie. Each one of them had their own ideas, values, some without, notions of the world how it should have been or is, how they would have it, and each one of them had their own set of problems... oh yeah, each one.
They rubbed ideas off of one another and saw that they all had something to be grateful for and something that the other had, that frankly, they would not like to have. Together, all of them, had lives to live, things to be appreciative of, and others not, but overall they had lives, that they did live. Together they would live aside one another and grow and develop and build friendships ... this one different to that one, this one doing it differently to that one, yet it didn't matter. They would all live and grow, together, all of them, alongside one another, yes, with their different ideas and different ways of doing things.
They laughed, joked, drank tea, shared some similarities of the day and together, all of them, the women, they knew they were bonded and yoked in some ways, ways of life and living, that we all had to live. All of us.
