My sister and I had a wonderful two-week vacation, full of simple things cooking, reading, movie-watching, talking, berry picking, gardening. We did some scrap-booking, some laughing, some grieving. My beloved took her shopping a couple of times; we had the 90-year-old ring our grandmother gave her repaired and resized; she got a sassy hairdo.
Some not-so-simple experiences, too: an early-morning ceremony by the lake, fulfilling a 16-year old wish of our mother's; a brief sister-fight that morphed into an opportunity to love each other more, to know each other better; and one of my wishes fulfilled a new blog for a sister finally ready to give it a try, a place to explore a particular kind of healing, the search for joy.
If you're inclined, stop by
Finding Joy and welcome a new blogger to the blogosphere.
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Blogger:
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It's nice to read about sisterly days that are so meaningful. My own sisters are a thousand miles in either direction. Neither of them is comfortable with the Goddess path I am on, or at least that is the conculusion I draw from thier silence. Blessings to you both.