A midmorning walk in this prairie town of Moose Jaw with old friends was good for body and spirit.
(That’s some of the group waaay past the steps.)
In the past 24 hours ~ when not getting some sleep! ~
visiting twisted and turned through past and present careers,
health and wellness issues of family, friends and self,
what addresses have changed
memories of that first nursing year of starched uniforms, black stockings,
room assignments ~ who lived where and with whom
and the brave naivety of the young women entering the adult maelstrom of health care,
to be spun out into brave maturity and entering the next chapter of lives well lived.
Obviously there has not been enough said or discussed,
laughed about and worried over.
A dip in spa waters at Temple Gardens Spa warmed and relaxed us,
our words rippling over the waters without so much as a breeze on such a sunny day
This evening a very civilized buffet supper capped off the day (healthy with requisite desserts, wine and coffee.)
Conversations that ran from September 1965 to 1968 at graduation, carried forward unerringly, telescoping and spiraling at least every five years ~ more or less frequently for some of our class.
Can I call all this communication?
All the words fluttering back and forth
in a hurry to be caught in acoustic butterfly nets
and sent off in some other direction
caroming off of each other as we are taking these walks together.
“Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.”
~ Antonio Machado
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