My sister and I are close in ways that I sometimes really believe highlight our contradictions. In many ways she posseses a lot of qualities that I wish I had; she’s petite and pretty and completely capable in every single circumstance she is placed. Karen can eye a window and create a new curtain in 15 minutes; she knows exactly how the furniture should be arranged in every room in anyone’s house, complete with pictures, and it always looks better. She can sew and clean and tell a joke, all at the same time, with an ease and touch that is wonderful to witness.
And there’s more…..She is the perfect athlete. She can outrun people 3x younger than she is, off the mark, so fast that some of her competitors are only half way there when she is crossing the finish line. Always wanted on any team, any position, she was the most feared, had a competitive inner drive that kept her completely focused and in the moment. She hit softballs harder and further than anyone else on either team. People would clamor to get a good look whenever she came up to bat. The swing, the grace, it was effortless and so so beautiful to watch.
I love her fiercely, for all of those things and more. She beat me in everything we ever played, including board games, horse back riding contests, downhill ski races, marbles, checkers, I think even dominoes. I would howl, she would laugh. She could wrestle me to the ground in spite of the fact that I was twice her size; unflinching and unwavering in her complete and total belief that I was so much stronger than I believed myself to be. There are innumerable times in my life when she has been the only one who has told me that I am lying to myself, that I have to face my own truth, my own self, be strong and carry on. I only sometimes listen……
So today she is 48, and married and happy. She is still the fastest and the prettiest and the only person who will tell me exactly the way that it is. It’s such a poignant relationship; encapsulated in these beautiful teary memories and moments that emanate and envelop the love and devotion we learned from our mother and father. There is something so touchingly everlasting about a love that can continue in such a shimmering and effervescent way looping from the older generations around to the the new; buoying everyone up and propelling the great steamy bunch of us forward. I love her and her kids, Georgie and Benny and her fabulous husband George who has taken her on and challenged her to Be…..I’m grateful and full of hope for all of them.
Happy Birthday Doll! It’s always great to be on your team.
You are still the best!
BIG Sloppy Namaste from the wild and wooly Kripalu!