some of us at the 25th reunion...
Last week I traveled to be with old friends for a 25th reunion of our Rosh Hodesh group. We originally came together in the aftermath of a tragedy, slowly found ways of being together, our sharing evolved, and we became a group – no, more than a group, we became a family. This family, this circle of women and our monthly meetings constituted a cherished touchstone in the ongoing rhythm of my life. (We realized of course that though we called ourselves a Rosh Hodesh group our gatherings rarely coincided with the thinnest sliver of moon – simply put, we were a Jewish women’s group and so wanted a category, Rosh Hodesh, to confirm that.)
Over the years some of us had moved away, left the group, new women joined. Former members, continuous members, newer members gathered last week and as I prepared to see these old friends once again I found myself reminiscing, seeking to make meaning. Some particulars, some highlights –