Bonding

Every year, my closest friend and her sisters and other female family members meet at the family farm for their annual "bonding". A few years ago, friends were added and I started going. Once you've been to a bonding, you're a member of the family! This weekend was the bonding!

 Now, this farm is strictly land and a barn. There used to be a house on it, but the house burned to the ground a number of years ago, so we camp. Yep. A group of females, Middle-of-Nowhere, KS, camping. It used to be a strictly tent proposition. The last few years, a trailer or two has been added. But still, we cook on an open fire, wind permitting, and rough it for an entire weekend.

It is quiet. No traffic. No houses or towns or commerce within about 20 miles. Beautiful sunrises, sunsets, and a night sky the likes of which cannot be seen anywhere near a town of any size. We watch satellites cross the sky. We wish on falling stars. We stare into the campfire flames. We share confidences. We read. We sit. We walk. We are silly and giggly. We are quiet and thoughtful. We relax and rejuvinate.

It is wonderful!

Everyone should have an annual bonding!

Thanks for letting me be a part of the family girls! See you next year!