CATHERINE GRACE SHOWS ME THE WAY
It’s cold and dreary outside so I’m feeling a bit reflective this morning. That seems to happen whenever the sky turns gray, and I put a chicken in the oven. It’s almost like a mathematical equation. One gray, chilly day + one roasting bird = contemplative moment.
So here goes. Bear with me. But a fried from childhood just sent me a picture from my recent visit to her book club. We had not seen each other in 30 years, and yet once we started talking it felt like we had just seen each other yesterday.
Got me to thinking that I really am more like Catherine Grace than I had realized. But I seem to be following her lead. Turns out, she’s been a role model of sorts.
In 2006, I came back to Nashville 30 years after leaving. The day I moved into my house (believe it or not on the very same street I had lived on as little girl) I got a call from my agent that we had sold my first book. Even at that moment, it seemed as if I, too, had to come home, full circle, to find peace with myself, just like Catherine Grace.
Honestly, the first two years here were hard for me. I won’t bore you with the details. Our journeys on this earth all take difficult turns from time to time. But it has been my friends, from childhood, that have contacted me, asked me to come to their book clubs, met me for lunch, taken a walk with me around Radnor Lake that have been my salvation! And I had to come home to find them.
My friend Currin invited me to her book club - the first time we'd seen each other in 30 years!
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