40 Days In – This was a day of slow-moving goodness. I was awakened around 3 AM by brilliant, velvety light and got up, walked out on to my deck and saw that the whole world was alive with moonlight and clouds that looked like they had been painted into the sky. Stars and satellites and a couple of jets winked at me. If it had been a little warmer and my bones a little younger I think I would have brought my pillow and comforter out there and waited for the dawn. I spent about a half hour telling the moon and night critters and who/whatever else might be listening ‘thank you’ and ‘I’m grateful that everything is this good’ and ‘I want to just keep going.’ Then I went back to bed and thawed my bare feet against a warm dog and hugely overslept. Forty-five minutes later I took the wrong turn I always take on the way to this restaurant where I was meeting my friends for lunch. I arrived 5 minutes late to find these amazing, intelligent, wonderful women making faces at me through the restaurant window. We drank and ate and teased and reveled in friendship and womanhood. I listened to each of them telling stories and was soaking up just what a gift it is to have good friends. People who form your tribe, your village. Part of what I have read about obtaining contentment is figuring out who your people are. Who brings the sandpaper to smooth out your rough edges? Who holds your hand? Who is your chicken soup? Your wine? Who loves you warts and all? Who nudges you and reminds you to pull up your big girl nickers? It is worth the work and effort and sorting out to find these people. And then tell the moon or the night critters or, if you are brave enough, these people just how much they bring to you.