Missing our writing group today.
Moved to revisit last week’s prompt. .
It was inspired by the poem of the same name by January Gill O’Neil https://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/company-women
17 minutes. Give it a go. See what arises.
One of our participants, Nicole Giordano of @startupfashion generously agreed to let us share her response to the prompt. .
I miss women.
Somehow, I've not sure how, I've lost touch with so many of them over the years. It's probably a result of a life lived with just a few tiny roots. I move from one city to the next, form one country to the next, and that exciting and exotic and inspirational. But what I didn't realize, what no one told me, is that a life of movement can be a life of loneliness. Not aloneness necessarily, but loneliness.
There are no decades-long habits, not regular rituals, no non-negotiable Sunday brunches.
You meet wonderful, interesting people and then you leave.
Sure, your intentions are good. 'We'll keep in touch!" and "Come visit!" gets tossed back and forth to one another and you think, maybe this time that will happen. Maybe this one will be different.
But rarely is it actually.
I love women.
I love to be around them, listen to them, talk to them, learn from them, teach them.
Having grown up one of three girls, I'm comfortable around women. They're part of "home". But when home is no longer a location, then what? HOw do I keep these connections?
What's the process for remaining in the company of women? .
Women as home.
Thank you, Nicole.
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