Friday before last I spent the day with two women I’ve known for more than twenty five years. We remember eachother’s youth, and eachother’s ex-s, and long-dead mothers. One of us, K has been on her own for many years, since her husband died. Now she’s suddenly head over heels in love with someone new, and he’s moving in with her soon.
So L and I thought we’d take K out for a day, a sort of hen’s party (surely there is a better turn of phrase?) to celebrate the big change about to happen in her life.
We had lunch at the Beach Cafe, then went to Kings Beach. Walked down the rainforest track and swam naked in clear green water. And reminisced about the last time the three of us were there together, almost twenty years ago. We used to spend a lot of time at the beach when we were young. Before life got busy. Our bodies are the bodies of older women now..We lay chatting and dreaming in the shade of pandanus trees, then finally walked back up the track to the carpark.
To end our day together we went up to the Byron lighthouse and watched the moon come up over the sea. We can all see the swinging beam of light from the light house from our different houses every night - though L lives half an hour up the coast from here and K & I are half an hour inland. The Lighthouse is a beacon of connectedness... A sort of local sacred site really.