Remembered Sistership

Some cliches are true. The one I'm thinking about this morning is the cliche of unity, you know, all those sayings that teach us how we are interconnected in many ways with each other and everything. It's absolutely true whether you look at it as a humanist, identifying with the qualities we share across all cultures, or from the physicist's point of view, that we share atoms that were once a part of Shakespeare and a whole bunch of other folks. Atoms are long-lived, I'm telling you, and they get around! Reincarnation is literally true at the atomic level at least.

Adoption is a very powerful act, one in which we admit there's more that binds us than blood and atoms. Adoption is an act of faith. It tends to work! Once adopted, we become family which is joyous and sometimes vexing or at least confusing. I use the term adoption loosely, to include not only the adoption of children and parents, but also marriage and many other ways in which we join in community, in family, friendship and colleagueship with one another.

One of my adopted sisters was in town yesterday, which is why I'm thinking about it this morning. She refers to the phenomena of adoption through friendship as "found sisterhood." I love that term and I am savoring the idea this morning. Indeed I am rich in sisters. Oh yeah!