#263
Today I met Meg. Meg is an original mom who is one of the voices in my book. She relinquished in 1969 and was reunited with her daughter in 2005. Yearly Meg meets with a group of seven women who all went to high school together in Connecticut. They've been doing this retreat for 20 years. They were brought together by one of their classmates who believes in the strength of storytelling. These women have told remarkable stories to each other, and although they all grew up in the same town, their stories are different and similar but from different lenses. One is an adoptee, one an original mother, and another got pregnant in her senior year before graduation and married the father, raised children with him for 25 years and now 22 years divorced and a grandmother and nursery school teacher. They come together because they get it, and have felt the strength and the healing power of storytelling. I find them to be inspiring. I felt honored to have brunch with them.
I know this is a movement, it is a health movement. Telling Our Stories is a growing movement supported by some of the most honored spiritual leaders in this world. This project of ours is a part of the movement. Seeing Meg and her friends brought that home for me.
Meg is now working on a grant specifically set up to help the children of jailed parents in a town in Eastern Maryland. Almost 70, she has just taken on a new life direction lending her support and knowledge to her town's Mayor's office in order to administer and coordinate events for the grant. She has found a place to both take care of herself and help others, especially children whose lives are challenged
The other thing that inspired me today was watching this canoe glide past that eagle and not disrupt it. I photographed the whole thing from way too far away with too slow a lens. But look carefully, he's there sitting on the end of the island watching all of the other birds. At the same time I could hear a red tail hawk screeching, but I never saw it.
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