A Musing for my Sis.
I had a two egg breakfast with my family this weekend at The Hudson in Georgetown. Overall, it was good. Generous amount of soymilk on the side for my coffee; one piece of perfectly cooked bacon and two pieces a little undercooked for my taste; lightly seasoned-salt seasoned hashbrowns (a six out of ten, on the hashbrowns); and the best over medium eggs I’ve eaten in a restaurant in a very long time.
But I’m not actually writing about breakfast this time. I’m writing about my sister.
Megan and I are eighteen months apart. She is a Cancer, I am a Libra. Our star crossed nature was more apparent when we were kids. People sometimes thought we were twins, despite our age difference. I know I probably did her some terrible injustices as children that I just don’t remember now. I remember her being a biter, though any scars have long since healed.
In the last few years, she has grown into so much more than a best friend. Now, as adults, our relationship feels much more to me the way twins talk about their connection.
She is also my muse. I have my most creative, implement-able ideas when I spend time with her. An unwritten book; a decision to launch a new project I’ve been thinking about; so many other realizations on family, life, work, loss and love… all inspired, learned, divined in her presence. She is my teacher and guide in so many ways, whether I go first or she does, and an alchemist to my common metal.
I know I am not the only one. It is absolutely no surprise to me that she is surrounded by artists, musicians, writers, filmmakers and other creative people. She grew up creative… artistic from a very young age, and still makes things with her hands, whether at the sewing machine, in the kitchen, in her work, or at the kitchen table with her papers and X-Acto knife and other various instruments.
She is among the blessings I count, regularly. And lately, I’m counting her, over and over.
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