What Comes of Limoncello and Samsonite

 Under a recent full moon these wild women gathered for ceremonial re-bonding that featured ingestion of Limoncello and gifting of Samsonite for the travel-bound. Unlikely pairing?  Truly. Yet indeed a restorative–an elixir; a balm; reputedly even a floor wax!  While it may seem it could the wheels on the bag to get an evening rolling, truth is, what’s needed is the lubrication of Limoncello to loosen the lips and generate quips.

This foothills reunion, reminiscent of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood and its divine secrets, (sans trips to “The Betty”) was a tribal ritual wherein women pass through the simplicity of youth to the complexity and gravity of the next era. Or so it seemed it happened in a night.

Hence the need for more than mineral water.

Standing midstream, together and alone, we’ve seen the lighter elements float past, with both satisfaction and sadness. And we’ve witnessed the heavier loads as they drag, scraping bottom; sometimes running aground. Upon our urging, lurching on, then catching in eddies to be further spun and processed. In the end, freed to drift on, while we watch from our dampened vantage points, hip deep in life and linked together by our pasts.

Seems like a good time to take a trip to Italy.