American Society of Seratonin Sisters


Today I am going to tell you about the great society I am part of.  I founded it and named it but my dear, departed friend, Lisa, came up with the Seratonin Sisters label.  It all started back quite a few years ago….so grab a cuppa of joe and sit back and listen to my tale of a friendship that goes beyond the grave.

Once upon a time, in a land surrounded by trees, there lived two ladies who became best friends.  Through the years, the friendship had peaks and valleys as most long-term friendships do, but each knew if needed the other would be there in a second.  In the land surrounded by trees, it is good to know that someone close by has your back.

One horrid day, the younger and fitter of the two ladies, was diagnosed with an awful disease and had to begin bad, bad treatments.  Her friend felt very, very sorry for her but could not be of too much help as she had to work during the day.  Months went by and the disease went to sleep and there was much joy in the land of trees.  During this time, the friend who was working met another woman who was a kindred spirit and who was also suffering from a bad disease and no longer could work.  The friend decided that she and her friend from the land of trees, should get together with Mother Earth Woman and have coffee.  This began a beautiful friendship between the three of them.  Shortly after, The Colorful Woman lost her job and so the friends began to meet weekly.  Spunky Woman(the friend with the awful disease) had a friend who also was home because of a bad injury at work and so she was invited to join this wonderful friendship.  During this lovely time, Spunky Woman said we should call ourselves the Seratonin Sisters as we were   lifting each other spirits (and we all had prescriptions for “happy pills”).   Soon two more women from the land of trees joined the group and for many months the woman met weekly for “Stitch and _itch” sessions and laughter filled the trees.  Then a dark cloud came over the group when the Spunky Woman’s awful disease came back.  This time Colorful Woman was able to help her best friend and the two of them would bravely go to the bad treatments but would first go and meet Mother Earth Woman for a shopping time and then a delightful lunch.  This made the bad treatment days bearable.

Time went on and the cheerful friends began to experience dark days.  Mother Earth Woman came to the friends and told them a tale of woe and the friends were shocked and their worlds were rocked to the core.  Soon Mother Earth Woman stopped coming to the weekly craft fest.  She was sorely missed and the sun did not shine as brightly in the land of trees.  A few months later, a deep darkness enveloped the land as Spunky Woman became very, very sick  and the bad treatments were stopped.  Spunky Woman was dying and the friends were heart-broken and felt so helpless.  Soon Spunky Woman had to go into the hospital, into the unit where no one comes back from.  All the Seratonin Sisters came to say goodbye.  Colorful Woman spent the night with her dear friend and watched helplessly as her heart-sister suffered.  Spunky Woman’s family were called to come and say their last goodbyes.  But Spunky Woman held on.  She was not yet ready to go.  Spunky Woman and her husband were in the process of building their dream house and Spunky Woman wanted to go home.  All the Seratonin Sisters were assembled, ready to do whatever Spunky Woman needed.  All of the people who loved Spunky Woman who lived in the land of trees and beyond came to help.  Spunky Woman was brought home to her brand new house and on that first night home, Spunky Woman got to see her friends enjoying a meal at her new table.  Spunky Woman was too weak to leave her bed in the livingroom but enjoyed all the laughter and fellowship that was in her new home and it filled her heart with happiness as that is what Spunky Woman had envisioned all her life~a home filled with love and laughter.  For two weeks, Spunky Woman laid in her bed while the angels of the land of trees took care of her every need.  When it was time for Spunky Woman to go and meet her God who she loved more than her own life, her closest Seratonin Sisters were there.  Colorful Woman, Mother Earth Woman and Organized Woman were there to walk that last step with her.  When her spirit left her body, the Sisters rejoiced that her pain here was gone and she was in her eternal home.  They gently washed their beloved friend and put her in her wedding dress and the three Sisters sat vigil all the rest of that night, knitting, next to the body of the Spunky Woman.  It was as it should be….all of them together for one last time.

For awhile after Spunky Woman was gone, the Sisters faltered in their commitment to meet weekly.  Lives got busy.  The Sisters had lost the true “heart” of the group and the pain was too much for them….for awhile.  But as with all true friendships, love brought them back together and two new sisters from the land of trees have been added.  Laughter once again rings out from the meeting house and they gather not weekly but monthly at least.    And Spunky Woman smiles as she looks down from her mansion in Heaven .  Her Sisters are doing what they do best…loving one another and sharing their joys and sorrows.    Spunky Woman lives in the heart of those wonderful women and she will never be forgotten….our dearest Seratonin Sister.

Now that you have heard my tale, I challenge you to start your own Society.  Gather a friend or two and start making that friendship a priority.  Open up your house to a crafting day or a chick flick night.  It will enrich your life unbelievably.  True friendships are more precious than gold.

I know this because I am Colorful Woman!


About thelumberjackandthegypsy

The lumberjack is my husband and he owns Arrowhead Wood Products; Arrowhead Toboggan and Snowshoe; and Lake Superior Furniture Co. and is the exclusive manufacturer of wood shutters for Summit Hill Shutter Co. The gypsy is me, and I have a passion for teaching people to tap into their creative side, even when they think they don't have one! I did not grow up creative or artsy and I was in my thirties before I started sewing and creating things. I am a rug hooker; artisan teddy bear maker; painter (from pictures to large pieces of furniture!); knitter; doll maker; needle-felter, repurposer; sewer; decorator; blogger; glamper; reader; vintage jewelry maker; junker; and now a shop owner. But the lumberjack and I feel our greatest gifts in this world are our four grandkids and our daughter and her husband and our relationship with Jesus Christ. We have been married for more than 33 years and most of that time we have lived out in the country on a hobby farm where we have raised chickens, turkeys, ducks, goats, pigs and beef cattle. We also homeschooled our only child for her entire school years. We lived out our dream of being like the The Little House on the Prairie and they were great times. I also have a personal blog: where I tell stories of what life on the farm has been like and other things that pop up in my very weird mind. I prefer "quirky or eccentric" instead of weird (sounds more fascinating and less creepy)!

3 responses »

  1. I love your story. It wasn’t too challenging figuring out who “colorful” woman is. Also…don’t forget about the sister away from the trees.

  2. I love this story how true it is. If you lose your fun and joy in life you have nothing. But with friendship the laughter doesnt have to stop. Need to keep on going whether we want to or not. God doesnt want us to forget anyone that is close to us. Hang in there! Keep :)ing.

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