“I got my first stone!” That was my announcement at a luncheon a few months ago with some of my favorite women. Patty has a gathering of her older friends at her home to celebrate various occasions and this time it was Billie’s birthday.
I happened to be the youngest woman at the luncheon and I love listening and learning from these seasoned and sage ladies. We discussed spiritual things, home décor, and of course, their grandchildren! Then my big contribution to the conversation: “I got my first stone!”
There was an awkward pause. I couldn’t figure out why they were so shy to respond. “Maybe they’re unfamiliar with stones and how much better they are than traditional baking sheets,” I thought. “Maybe they don’t know how much better a pizza crust turns out on a stone?”
But my thoughts were interrupted by a brave older woman as she asked “Honey, what kind of stone: kidney or gall?”
I began to giggle. “I meant the kind you bake with!” They all chuckled and reminded me the kinds of stones that came to mind during their stage of life had little to do with baking! Yet these Senior Sisters knew their stuff and quickly began to tutor me on the proper use of stones…
“Don’t use soap” one instructed.
“Oh, you will know if it breaks in your oven…the sound is awful so don’t be alarmed,” another advised.
Since I left that luncheon, I’ve never used or thought of my stone in the same way! But here’s what I have thought: “Thank You, Lord, for women who walk together, talk together, do life together, cry together, grow together and laugh together.”
As Marcel Proust put it, “Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”