Monday, September 2, 2013

The Girls of 1019 S. Main Street Have Turned 60


How I met Suse for the first time: 

We were sitting on the floor of the dorm room, playing guitar. I turned to Suse and said, 

"Do you know Alice Cooper?" 

"Why yes,"  she said. So we sang: 

“I’m 18 and I don’t know what I want. 
18...I just don’t know what I want.
18...I gotta get away. 
I gotta get outta this place. 
I’ll go runnin’ in outer space, oh yea."

That was 42 years ago.

Today we talked about new recipes…mixed greens, cashews, sliced avacado and chopped bananas drenched in honey mustard dressing (really, chopped bananas?)

"Come to supper, my sweet coven girls."

Suse popped a cork on another bottle of wine, and Lindy said, 

"I'd like that sound to be the ring tone on my phone."

We went all-exotic sitting around the campfire, assembling S'mores with Ritz crackers instead of graham (for the salty/sweet dichotomy).

"Wow, these S'mores are mind-blowing."

"Depression hurts; let's do yoga."

"You soak your feet in Polident? Good as a pedi? Really?"

We sat out on a rocky boulder formation, gazing into the wide Colorado sky, and talked about the big divorce, the road less traveled, chronic illness, the road not taken, ailing parents, how we don't have bucket lists...we just do it; how to grow tomatoes; the hottest topic of the day: climate change....and how, the next time we meet, we're going to read poetry and sit naked in the hot tub till midnight.

Remember the fly on the table at the Blackstone Bar (circa 1972)?

It looked gi-normous rubbing its whopping proboscis in my puddle of beer. 

Remember how it felt to laugh so hard you almost pee'd your pants?

What is the role of nature in the world, how are we a part of, and how are we apart from, the whole of nature? Our major god is nature, we nodded, and we love her very much.

Here are the pros and cons of Christianity, Buddhism, Hinduism, Shamanism, Kung Fu-ism, and 1019 S. Main Street Coven-ism. 

Just pick one and begin to train your mind.

"Good morning my darling bluebirds; let’s go kayaking today."

We remembered when girls couldn’t play Little League simply because, well, they were girls. The room is just full of incapable women, isn’t it? …social workers, therapists, mothers, writers, photographers and marketing wizards, that we are.

We remembered when we attended a lecture by Anais Nin, the French born novelist who wrote passionate erotica and short stories. “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are,” she said.

We all agreed Marge Piercy’s, Small Changes and The Moon is Always Female, re-directed the trajectory of our lives forever. 

"I think I see green space junk," she said, flat on her back while viewing the heavenly night sky through a bank of spacious skylights. One toke over the line, sweet Jesus.

Art makes you feel happy and free and creative and loved…so we visited lovely galleries. 
Lindy noticed how I travel light. "Man, all she's got is a sandwich bag on a handle."

We all agreed that Molly is the sweetest dog on the face of the earth…she’s a “leaner”, and we all wanted to take her home with us.

And we all agreed the Women’s Movement is NOT over until women are no longer beaten and raped and treated like second class citizens in many countries all over the world.

Women (like men) should enjoy the indelible right to sustainable employment, healthy food, clean water and education for themselves and their children. 

Until they are treated like valuable human beings, we are still involved for the benefit of our sisters everywhere 

What we've learned: After all these years of trials and triumphs and self-improvement and dark-night-of-the-soul prayers and falling in love, and falling in the gutter, and picking ourselves up and dusting ourselves off...we have not changed all that much. 

Deep in our hearts, we are still the same life-loving girls and we pledge to face our dangers, hold each other's hands and continue riding the arousing Carousel of Happiness for as long as we are given. 

With thanks, we say goodnight, from the Cowgirl Bunkhouse in Wondervu, Colorado, circa 2013.

Dedicated to the absentees: Lisa, Richards and "Skin"

Women for Women International


  1. Ah, sweet girl, I love that you made this fine tribute to the Coven your blog today. A truly priceless gift. The top bunk and S'More coat hangers await your return.

  2. The Moon is Always Female whispered its way into my heart, too. What a delightful blog. Sweet friends whom the moon has blessed with stories spiraling through generations of courageous connections.

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    1. I haven't tried this one yet: replace the Hershey chocolate with a Reese's peanut butter cup. Decadent.

  4. Well, what do ya know. I heard from one of the "men" at 1026 University St...42 years later!