Who's Afraid of Friday the 13th ?

                                                                        

                                                                           

No I’m not talking the one with Jason the slasher killing machine from the Friday the 13^th films, but the actual day. I was born on a Friday the 13^th and although the world may have gone a bit off-kilter that day, I’ve always felt lucky when a Friday and the number 13 were together on the calendar. This year promised an extra zap to the day with the full moon falling on Friday. Was I afraid? Hell no. I make my own luck.

But, I had the other members of the monthly meeting of Goddesses coming over for a night of fresh percolated coffee, wine and snacks to discuss the poor state of the world, moving plans for one of the ladies, and my book launch for Roof Oasis, which is on June 29^th at 1 p.m. at the Treehouse Coffee House in Audubon, New Jersey. Janice Wilson, Patti O'Brien, and Joanne Costantino are  not only members of the South Jersey Writers' Group, but accomplished writers. Patti edited my book.

                                                      Janice, Patti, me and Joanne                                   

We toasted to our individual accomplishments, our families and life itself. We know how to solve the world’s problems, but it would require lobotomies for all of congress and most of the world leaders. We talked about the dangerous ways that corporations are destroying our drinking water and genetically messing with our food and then getting huffy when people or states, like Vermont, want to stop Monsanto from forcing us to eat their crap. Check it out for yourself: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ronnie-cummins/monsanto-and-big-food-los_b_5161220.html

We four women did not fear superstition. We are Goddesses. We each hold true to our personal beliefs and trust in them. But it was a special day because the next time a full moon lands on a Friday the 13^th will be in the year 2049. 

                                                                              

The ladies and I went into my backyard with wine glasses in hand and we danced under the moon. We celebrated our silliness, our friendship, my book and life itself. If you’re still around in 2049, drop by and dance under the light of the moon with us