sisters

My sister Heidi and her son Owen left after three weeks here. I miss her so much already. Our visit was sublime. Daily bike rides to the river, the skate park, our favorite bakery. Cousins enthralled in constant play, riding swirls of imagination. Fort building, making food, knitting. And talking, talking, talking together.

I took out the garbage and came back and the new bag was already in the bin. She straightens the curtains and chops veggies. It's like that. I'm telling you, after living with friend Kelli for three weeks this August then this experience, I am feeling more than ready for village life with sister wives. My sweet friends here offer immense support and connection and...it's different because we aren't actually living under the same roof, or right next door, doing the daily dance that we mamas can do so well together.

We complement each other. I make bread and ferment kombucha while she rearranges the art work and organizes every corner of every closet. As I look around the house in her absence, I see ten thousand reminders of her...footprints of beauty left everywhere.

I want more of this. Resting in the feeling of already having it is the discipline for whatever we are wanting more of. Imagine it is here already and smile with that knowing. Hmmm...I am seeing Magical Mothering retreats....Oh yes.

Comments

[kris laroche]

tonia...i believe that is true for you and for me and perhaps even together. xo

[Tonia]

kris- such a lovely post. I too am holding a vision of living integrated with 'sisters'. my heart tells me it is coming!
xo
tonia