It wasn’t 18th century France. The room was not a gilded salon. I still am not a high society lady.

But last Wednesday in Westerly, we had a grand conversation. Granted, a small one, but it was grand.

In Salon of Self, the groundwork was laid for a recurring gathering of women and mothers, a place to lay out daily travails and how they translate to the overall journey of motherhood. I envision this workshop to grow and change as its participants do, enhancing our caregiving and individual experiences.

The rain poured down as we shut the lights and closed the door on our session, but a picture my friend sent, seen in a storefront less than a block from where we parted, set a bright tone for the future.

Obviously I see the kismit in this, obsessed as I am with all things writing, but what a potent message for all women and mothers moving forward.

The fact that a dear friend spied this and shared it with me, steps away from sharing such heady things, synthesized everything about female connection and support that I am trying to accomplish.

We all can determine the next step, the next chapter in our lives. We need only take the initiative.

Join us for the next Salon of Self to construct our ideal of not only motherhood, but our personal existence. Be a part of the discussion – if for no one else than your SELF.