My Sacred Life
Wow. Look at us? Aren't we something? That picture was taken, oh, about 30 years ago I guess. That's me on the left, not looking at the camera. And those are my sisters. If anything in this world connects me to spirit, it's my relationship with these two women. We've been through a lot together: marriages, divorces, births, deaths, surgeries, addictions, ecstasy, despair. You know, the usual suspects. Pam (she's the sly looking one in the middle) will be a grandma soon and Cindy (the pretty blonde) has a boy in middle school and a girl in high school. They both live in Georgia, within a couple of miles of my parents who've been married almost 50 years now.
As time marches on with all it's attendant ups and downs, the bond I have with my sisters only deepens. I see this same relationship between my mom and her sister, Carold. And I know how fortunate I am. I know not all sibling relationships follow the course ours has.
Pam can tell a dirty joke with the best of them; she inherited that from our granny, who thought everything funny and just the tiniest bit raunchy was just so rich. Cindy has always been quite the earth mother, interested in animals and the environment, politically aware and savvy. We're different in so many ways, but you can tell we're sisters. By our laugh; by some of our mannerisms; by the drop-dead-right-where-you-are look we can give. Pam & I share the same nose and where the hell it came from, I'll never know - some long forgotten ancestor I suppose. Cindy & Pam share the bond of motherhood and sometimes I'm a little bit jealous about that. Hey, that's sisterhood.
We've become strong women individually, but we will always be stronger together. Having these two as sisters is one of the best things that's happened to me in this life and I had absolutely nothing to do with it. I could call myself lucky, but this is one area where I tend to think divinity probably played a hand.
I love ya'll.