Sisters and sisterhood

Do you have sisters of the heart?

You know… kindred spirits who weren’t born in the same family as you, but, bless them, they have come to mean more to you than words can say?

I am really lucky.

I have been blessed

with a couple of

friendships that

have grown into

the heights and depths

of what can only

be described as sisterhood.

It’s a huge blessing

to be cherished deeply,

when one of the

sisters of the heart

shares her voyage of  discovery,

and you recognize in her journey, your own path.

Her journey is probably

not exactly the same as

your journey,

but, because of the

deep trust between you,

she is willing to share

the process of navigating

it with you….

and you see, in her flight plans

and navigation charts,

an echo, a resonance,

a ring of truth that

echoes in your heart….

And, because of the

things that you have learned,

you are able to be of service

when she bumps up

on the rocks…..

and because of the things

that she has learned,

she can offer you wisdom

that will keep you from

harm in unexpected ways.

and sometimes,

if you’re especially

lucky,

there may be more

than one sister that

sets your heart to singing.

And, sometimes,

there can be challenges

and pains and griefs

and horrors and

losses and disruptions……

And, sometimes,

the losses and

separations

feel like they are

going to shatter your

heart…..

when cruel circumstances

seem to tear sisters

apart….

and the tear

unleashes tears…….

and sorrow,

and suffering…..

And a sister

thinks that

now,

she must

carry on

alone…..

But, then,

the feeling

of having

connection

and memory

and dreams

with the sister

who has gone along

another path, or

through a door that

remains closed to you,

for now…. lightens…..

And, as the grief

passes, and joy

bubbles up,

laughter

suddenly

appears again.

Like magic,

and wonder.

And all the gifts

of sisterhood

are remembered,

and treasured

and seen again,

in a new light…… and everything feels new again.

Sisters.

Yes……

The recent anniversary of the death of a beloved sister, as well as deep connections with the voyages of my other sisters of the heart triggered this post…. and triggered my making of the series of Cordelia cordmakers in the photos.

I love metaphor, and for me, creating tools for working with yarn and then working in yarn  is powerful. It helps me to see and understand the meaning in the metaphors:These are the means of creating blessings in small and loving ways….

They are a way of creating loving ties that bind up beauty and memory.