Not home yet

I am still not quite home from the RGBP Big Event. That's a good thing because it was really a tremendous experience to take 21 women mostly who had never met each other and send them on a cruise to care for one another and deepen ourselves. Me? Well, I began all about the cute drinks in pink cups with umbrellas and ended up being entranced with the process. These women are sisters.

I learned about each person a little differently.

St. Casserole, besides being really funny and a true southern lady had practical tips. I learned about repurposing things - like a stand of pearls or old Salvation Army sweaters made into beautiful cat beds. And I have marveled at her poise, not one break in her composure and grace as a we gustily sang her happy birthday. And that she would rather be on Fantasy than Ecstasy.

I learned what a mojito is and that I love them even if I can't spell it.

I learned that even the most noisy, glittery, ships have quiet spots where women can gather and say "AMEN" with such force it seems to propell the ship from the aft.

I learned to pray that a missing person really have made some bad life decisions and is passed out somewhere (rather than being lost overboard)... No, this was not a memeber of the RGBP - we had a better time than that!

I've learned that it can feel as if you are going to die of laughter when you can hardly draw a breath. -- It wouldn't be a bad way to go.

I've learned about geocaching and even caught the vision enough that I looked up caches in my zip code.

I learned how to hire a taxi - even if I will be paying for it for the next 6 months.

I learned how close you can become to complete strangers in a few short days.

I believe that laughing until your belly aches must burn all the calories from the extra desserts.